Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity 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 part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that 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 on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
on the block 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 a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Don't talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear 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
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she 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, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that 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
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, shining on them
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 lil' still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they 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' came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My Lucifer, I spit 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, acting like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from money from people with crack habits
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen