Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga your part 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 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 back with a pump in the back, till 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 wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake 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 TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Don't nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living
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 rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

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

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

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they diapers
That's why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand
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 through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making money from with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,