Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk it, make em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart
Nigga play part or parallel park your 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 of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's
Iraq on the 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 a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the of Jesus we just 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
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe money getting too high, 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 I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I it look easy easy out of control

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

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother home from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
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 cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the you brought them chairs for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket