Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely 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 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a 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 when you are talent
And I'm in the back in the of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut guns more guts fuck 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 TDE YMCMB business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this 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, beat it up she deep in a
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

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

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

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