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 like its livin' on life
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back 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 in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE 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
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
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 ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
nigga, got a lot of flows
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
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, 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 even been, shining on 24's
doing time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money still was baby
Eight months stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from
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 my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil' finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,