Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play 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 who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the 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 of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts boy you fucked up twice you fucked 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 pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't nigga 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 money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
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 and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
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
Stay on charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

I'm from the hood where hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' came home 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 like a
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,