Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried nothing, boy
with 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, boy

Grind so hard I ain't slept in days
Niggas hating on the bench, don't get no play
Haters gon hate, OK
Young nigga from the getting money both ways
And we get straight drop shit, straight from the tropics
Then I rerock it, to double up them
me on E block, now I'm with the D cop
Word around town Lil got the streets locked
Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat
Wheat timbs nigga, we do the Reebok
My boys 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 worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting