Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
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 with the biggest
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won from anybody 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 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 block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut guns more 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 face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga 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 side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
put that pound 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 lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I it look easy easy out of control

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

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

4: Mack Maine]
Im from the hood bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I cant
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs
I went from making money from with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax