Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

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

I pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money

I'm a boss all this money
My safe full of new hundreds
My trap still doing numbers
Show you how to turn into something
I pull up to the scene, they like "Bibby you on?"
Got the chrome, one up in the dome, play get you gone
on my phone, so I told that bitch hold on
Put the business first, then see what the on
nigga stunting, walking round with this gold on
I flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on
Niggas dissing, acting some women
Hey but we ain't tripping cause we got some pots to piss in nigga

up, parking lot stunting, boy
Thousand dollar 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
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money

When we pull up as the shit and go get 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' her with no ignition
King, Styrofoam for the lean
Carpet 15, 30 in my jeans
And when I'm seen on the scene, it's
And a vert so clean, half a million dollar
Ask that ho who run it, they go out our name
Hustle bang green bitch, all we know is bank rolls
Get when the bank close, and there ain't no
Stopping, our feet kicked up you can't go
They paint no picture no clearer
Fuck us, wreak havoc, bring terror
No ain't no nigga like us in your city
Pulling up, sucker no he motherfucking didn't

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

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

Grind so hard I slept in four days
Niggas hating on the bench, they get no play
Haters gon hate, OK
Young nigga from the streets getting both ways
And we get that straight drop shit, straight from the
I rerock it, to double up them profits
Catch me on E block, now I'm the D cop
Word around town Lil got the streets locked
mean mugging, so I got the heat cocked
Wheat timbs nigga, we do the Reebok
My young on bullshit, boy
Just watch, I'll show you how to do shit, boy

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