Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
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 back of a
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the 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 mentioning
And I'm in the back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block 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 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 YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear 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 paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that 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 full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in baby diapers
Thats why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home from
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 a kickstand
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 through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax