Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
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 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 when you are mentioning
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the G watch 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 smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch 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 bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that 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 nigga believe 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, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
than we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

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

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