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 its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
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 won that 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 back of the
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off
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 wanna cop anybody's
Iraq on the key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
nigga riding 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 safe money getting too high, dead all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

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