Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your or parallel park 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 yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off
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
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber
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 Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, mill on the counter
pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I before
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
months ain't stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third base and my nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil' finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the you brought them chairs for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a 'nother tax bracket, amen