Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won 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
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm back in the of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head 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 probably baby
Don't talk nigga you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24's
doing time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

I'm from the hood where bitches coke 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 my lil' brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil' 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 join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen