Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your 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 who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the block G for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you
Die in a lake with a date with a back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB 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 money getting too high, dead presidents 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 bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24's
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

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

I'm from the hood where bitches hold in they baby diapers
That's why when the grow 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
out to BP, Thugga, Flow 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, acting like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went from time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,