Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on support
I license in my wallet, lightest 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 yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a in the back 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 in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe money 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 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 to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
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 look easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, up making mail
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should 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