Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

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

I up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
we ain't worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody 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 turn nothing something
I pull up to the scene, they "Bibby what you on?"
Got the chrome, one up in the dome, play get you gone
Money on my phone, so I that bitch hold on
Put the first, then see what the hoes on
Young nigga stunting, walking round with gold on
I would flood the block but I tryna get told on
dissing, acting like some women
Hey but we ain't really cause we got some pots to piss in nigga

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

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

When we pull up as the shit and go get your bitch's
She wishing her and my dick have a head on collision
My guarder one, we be bumming in your direction
They get from me, they gon' turn her with no ignition
King, double for the lean
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 green bitch, all we know is bank rolls
Get dough the bank close, and there ain't no
Stopping, our feet kicked up where you go
They can't no picture no clearer
Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring
No ain't no nigga like us in your city
Pulling up, like no he motherfucking didn't

Pulled up, lot stunt, boy
dollar jeans 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 ain't bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money, boy

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