Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

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

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

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

Pulled up, lot stunting, 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
Everybody with me money

we pull up as the shit and go get your bitch's attention
She wishing her and my dick could have a on collision
My guarder number one, we be in your direction
They get permission from me, they gon' turn her with no
King, Styrofoam for the lean
15, 30 grand 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 Gang bang green bitch, all we know is rolls
Get when the bank close, and there ain't no
Stopping, our feet kicked up where you go
They can't paint no no clearer
Fuck with us, havoc, bring terror
No there ain't no nigga like us in city
Pulling up, sucker like no he didn't

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

I up, parking 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 four
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 drop shit, straight the tropics
Then I rerock it, to double up them
Catch me on E block, now I'm the D cop
Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets
Niggas mugging, so I got the heat 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
Nigga we ain't worried nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money