Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, your bitch like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight ain't stop nothing nigga
like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies up damn they be like us
I a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen