Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em 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
play 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 that anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back 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 when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more fuck boy you fucked 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 face of Jesus we pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept bitch like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new money getting 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 normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on 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

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

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga 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 damn be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in 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, aint no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket