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 lifeless like its livin' on life
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet 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 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 when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you
Die in a with a date 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

[Verse 2: Ace
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 money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear 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, it up she deep 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 momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
than we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and still was made baby
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga still home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising 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 for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket