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 license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart
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 won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning
And I'm in the back in the back of the block 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 twice you considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Don't talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead 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 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
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I that 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 full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we even been, shining on them
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 jail was third and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where hold coke in they baby diapers
why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers
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, stop acting a bitch fam
nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole tax bracket, amen