Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

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

I pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money

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

up, parking lot stunting, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
we ain't worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money

I up, parking lot stunt, boy
dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting

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

up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money

I pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
we ain't worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money, boy

Grind so hard I ain't slept in four
hating on the bench, they don't get no play
Haters gon hate, OK
Young nigga from the streets getting both ways
And we get that straight shit, straight from the tropics
I rerock it, to double up them profits
Catch me on E block, now I'm the D cop
Word town Lil Bibby got the streets locked
Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat
timbs nigga, we don't do the Reebok
My young on bullshit, boy
Just watch, show you how to do this shit, boy

up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money