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 on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play 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 of a 'Lac with 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 future when you are mentioning
And I'm in the back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we 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 fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this 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 pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, as the winter
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 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, mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby
Thats why when the babies grow up they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I from 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 brought them chairs
I went from money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket