Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

I be up, parking lot stunting, boy
Thousand jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
with me getting money

I up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried nothing, boy
Everybody with me money

I'm a boss stacking all money
My safe full of new hundreds
My trap house doing numbers
Show you how to turn nothing something
I pull up to the scene, they "Bibby what you on?"
Got the chrome, one up in the dome, play I'll get you
Money on my phone, so I told bitch hold on
Put the business first, see what the hoes on
Young nigga stunting, walking round with this on
I would flood the but I ain't tryna get told on
Niggas dissing, acting like some
Hey but we really tripping cause we got some pots to piss in nigga

up, parking lot stunting, boy
Thousand jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting

I up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
with me getting money

When we pull up as the and go get your bitch's attention
She her and my dick could have a head on collision
My guarder number one, we be bumming in your
They get permission from me, gon' turn her with no ignition
King, Styrofoam for the lean
Carpet 15, 30 grand in my
And when I'm seen on the scene, obscene
And a so clean, half a million dollar chain
Ask that ho who run it, they go yelling out our
Hustle Gang bang bitch, all we know is bank rolls
Get when the bank close, and there ain't no
Stopping, our kicked up where you can't go
can't paint no picture no clearer
Fuck with us, havoc, bring terror
No there ain't no nigga like us in city
Pulling up, sucker like no he motherfucking

up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
with me getting money

I up, parking lot stunt, boy
dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money, boy

Grind so I ain't slept in four days
Niggas hating on the bench, they get no play
Haters gon hate, OK
nigga from the streets getting money both ways
And we get that drop shit, straight from the tropics
Then I rerock it, to double up profits
me on E block, now I'm with the D cop
Word around town Lil got the streets locked
Niggas mugging, so I got the heat cocked
Wheat timbs nigga, we do the Reebok
My young on bullshit, boy
Just watch, I'll you how to do this shit, boy

Pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money