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 support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy 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 better yet it
Mack in the 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 with a 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 in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
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 fucked you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray 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 for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that 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 brother
that 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 don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't nothing nigga
It's jail was third base 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 grow up damn be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy
Man I'm so happy my brother came home from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil' finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole tax bracket, amen