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 lifeless its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego 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 a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the 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 future when you are mentioning
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's
Iraq on the key watch 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 lake with a date with a back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, 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, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I I own 'em, bad bitch 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
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

3: Birdman]
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
than I been before
Higher we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

4: Mack Maine]
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn be like us
I came a long ways from 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 hell boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I cant
And I hold my down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket