Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

Chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants

Yeah,
I'm to get my drink on, on this one
go

Chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I'm to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga to kill
I'm the for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my still

I'm a threat for real, I come at necks for real
Tryin' build my success got me for real
gain my respect 'cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra

If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon'
F' the extra shit, get an clip
I get some extra lip, expect to die

I'll put a whole in your head, 'cause I bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old
Clappin' a pound, he pattin' me down
And I stay man I got my gat on me now

I'm just chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I get it poppin' on the block a b-boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a boy
You could take a of shots and get a key loy
If you try to what I got, a stick me boy

See boy, tryin' fuck around me boy
wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a G boy, get by the P boy
by the key boy, got dope and the E boy

Me boy, I'm to take the industry over
Life's a war, we was to be soldiers
I sat for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be Big, to be Pac, pretend to be hot

But all pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the gonna eventually pop
'Cause all the thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' like a block

But now I'm chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

Okay, I'm fresh to death like a million
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks on my nuts, you know what I'm sayin'?

I ain't with them niggaz that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my lil' man feelin' the dutch I chill in the cut

On my lean, chicks stealin' my
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my
And I got the steel in my pants, don't on me
I dance I got the nine on me

Heckler and Koch mami fresh from the box
Got your wet 'cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch, but I'm her cum and I'm

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes