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 livin' on life
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel 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 a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
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 of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a back flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Don't talk nigga you pay me, intercept 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, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my brother
that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

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

Ya know!
The time is and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nothing
It's like was third base 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 they be us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy
Man I'm so happy my brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand
And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To thanking God I'm in a 'nother tax bracket, amen