Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning
And I'm in the back in the of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you 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 pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe 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
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for them hundreds, up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, on them 24s
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is and money still was made baby
Eight aint stop nothing nigga
Its jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket