Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

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

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

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

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