Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the 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 back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a in the back 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 back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's
Iraq on the block G watch for the block or
And cut no cut guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on 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 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, it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
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 look easy out of control

Box full of choppers, 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, Chanel for my
Higher Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24's
doing time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

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

I'm from the hood bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My Lucifer, I spit 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 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 from money from people with crack habits
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen