Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk 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 park 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 yet forgot 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 front of the front of the future 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 guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm 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 game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I it look easy 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, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
than 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
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money still was baby
Eight ain't stop 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 coke in they baby
That's why when the babies grow up they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick 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 the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went from making money from people crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,