Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or 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
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 with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the 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 more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't nigga 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 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 that ass normal
put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 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 charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it 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 rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher we even been, shining on them 24's
doing time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

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

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in 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 lil' brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole tax bracket, amen