Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

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

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

I'm a boss all this money
My safe stay 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
on my phone, so I told that bitch hold on
Put the first, then see what the hoes on
Young nigga stunting, walking round with this on
I would flood the block but I ain't get told on
Niggas dissing, acting like women
Hey but we ain't really tripping we got some pots to piss in nigga

Pulled up, lot stunting, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money

I up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't 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 have a head on collision
My number one, we be bumming in your direction
They get permission from me, they gon' turn her no ignition
King, double for the lean
Carpet 15, 30 in my jeans
And I'm seen on the scene, it's obscene
And a so clean, half a million dollar chain
Ask that ho who run it, they go out our name
Gang bang green bitch, all we know is bank rolls
Get dough the bank close, and there ain't no
Stopping, our feet up where you can't go
can't paint no picture no clearer
Fuck with us, havoc, bring terror
No there ain't no like us in your city
Pulling up, sucker like no he motherfucking

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

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

Grind so hard I ain't slept in days
Niggas hating on the bench, they don't get no
gon hate, everything OK
Young from the streets getting money 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 mugging, so I got the heat cocked
Wheat timbs nigga, we don't do the
My young on bullshit, boy
watch, I'll show you how to do this shit, boy

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