Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

I be up, parking lot stunting, boy
Thousand jeans full of hundreds, boy
we ain't worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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