Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back 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 you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the with 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 boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip first smilin'
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the 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 living
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put 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 fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard 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 of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and still was made 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 hood where bitches hold coke in they diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax