Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, em talk 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 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 of a 'Lac
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 back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
big money 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 nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put that game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

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

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up they be like us
I a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I cant
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went watching time 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 fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making money from people crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket