Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy 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 who had it or better yet forgot it
in the back of a 'Lac 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 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 block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck 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 of Jesus we just 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 bitch like
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows 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, as the winter
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
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 making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax