Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk it, make 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 everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play part 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 with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back 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
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
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 make it look 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
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we been, shining on them 24's
Junior doing ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

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