Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em talk it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel 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
Mack in the 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 a pump 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 of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga 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 getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I 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
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
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, while he time ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they diapers
Thats why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy
Man Im so happy my lil brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I 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 a bitch fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket