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 like its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with 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 won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
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 future when you are talent
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the 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 head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept bitch like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear this 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 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, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I 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 of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

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

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