Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

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

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

Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher I been before
than we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

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

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