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, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet 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 punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the 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 guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a with 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 bitches TDE business bitch

nigga 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 on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new money getting 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
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

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

Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga 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 crazy
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went from 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 from making money from people crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a 'nother tax bracket, amen