Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park 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 back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
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 of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead all in my Levis
Boy I swear this 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 normal
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 to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't 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 on the counter
pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we even been, on them 24's
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

Ya know!
The is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up 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 spit boy
My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a 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 Miami in a red
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making money people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,