Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk it, make em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life 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 who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back 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 when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the 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 back flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept 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
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

3: Birdman]
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24s
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

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

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