Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
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 back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the 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 with a date with 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 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
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put 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 pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher we even been, shining on them 24's
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nigga
It's jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit 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 acting a bitch fam
Lil' finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,