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, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
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 with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
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 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 cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin 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 rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I it look easy easy out of control

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

Ya know!
The time is money and money still was baby
Eight months ain't stop nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya

I'm from the hood bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a 'nother tax bracket, amen