Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest 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 musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the of the trunk
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 future you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont talk nigga you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead 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 and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

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

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

4: Mack Maine]
Im from the hood bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came 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 boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching 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 them chairs
I went from making from people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket