Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Bye Bye

I'm about to be a millionaire, money on the street, like
Hustlin' my lyrics like drugs, I it bug
Muthafuckas always gotta the safe but they don't do jay
But anyway, it's day, another dollar to earn, more weed to burn

I learn, muthafuckas are
Listenin' to what they tell us but don't matter fellas
I figure this, niggas Buck to get nigga-rich
Bigger miss, while I'm kickin'

You miss, I can put you on the list, in the studio to hits
all it takes is a whip, for you to flip
Jock what I got, clock I got
But you got what I got, watch the block

Listenin' to grill chill, you feel like you wanna get in my shit
Sip my dick, do it straw for, while you war wit war
War only make money for niggas who think,
You got your window wide open it's sunny outside
Sleep, nigga, bye bye

bye bye to a sound bwoy in
The shot ti fly now that bwoy lie dead
Two shots dead to dem chin, or friend
the funk, I put the junk to a muthafuckin' end

to, me and you
Won On Won Tek-N-Steele, fuck ya whole crew
Forty millimeter shells in the heater
Look like ya niggas be the first to bail

Just because ya niggas from jail, just home
To flip, up in the jail cell, to sit
And roam, now, I got a kite from my little Cappone
me the jail wars on

I know, I was listenin' to
Tell 'em niggas it was on a time ago
Gather up the firearms to bomb, the alarm
shit get slippery and sweaty palms

So I gotta remain
Gather up my thoughts so I don't go
to move too smooth, you think you got me

Weak tar in copy, villain, who the fuck you killin'?
I'm willin' to bet, you think you in it but street is still a vet
Slapped and tried, bye bye

bye bye to a sound bwoy in
The shot ti fly now that bwoy lie dead
Two dead to dem chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to a end

Although when I come, I come
Most people get it whenever they it back
Black or book you read or a you said
BD get up in ya head, say it in the bed

BD, BD, BD, up in ya zone, BD, BD, BD, breakin' ya
But no matter what, I never into ya home
'Cuz house is not a home, if you don't got chrome

Now, you follow me and you ask how
Well, as a leader, make you play the background
but I'm merciless and when I bust, I bust to hit

Will lie in the mist and you hear it twist, of cap
Steady bustin' in the and got hit in the back
Thought it couldn't happen, just you was strappin'

Bullets hit the wind and descend to detonate, chest plate
Blow up the earthquake, wait to demonstrate
The of the one, two roll wit I
thought you slept, boom bye bye

Boom bye bye to a bwoy in
The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie
Two shots dead to dem chin, or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to a end

Boom bye bye to a bwoy in
The shot ti fly now sound bwoy lie dead
Two shots to dem chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the to a muthafuckin' end