Luyện nghe bài hát It's A Boy Thing

AZ:
Yeah...Where's it at?
From Coke to Dope, gettin' it on the outta state
Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit
Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom shit
Love or hate it, had two bitches playin' day
Kept a cheese security, holdin' three nines
I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the
Whip the work up, more traffic, who's the first up?
See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the stuck
Too on the same block, same talk
In fact they all probably cop the same spot
I'm heavy in it, every car got the in it
Dash board Amor Alled up scented
Trees wit it, different pagers every minute
Play the block smellin' miyach, I'm buried in it
It's boss playin', the lifestyle I'm portrayin'
Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft
Nickel nines, my prime young stick you blind
Told the way to get doe is if you grind

Nature (AZ)
Some have all the luck
While thugs feel all the pain (Feel that)
Locked up doin' time, or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah)
the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it)
Some have all the luck (We got this)
Some have all the fame

AZ:
So now platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold
Cars we all drove, we all know
Shorts in the summertime, for the snow
Bitch ass got back snitched on the low
It's funny how the Feds always knew to go
our price, dope & vice, watch me blow
It's real shifty, fam to get ill wit me
To many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, wit me
Plus my still hit me
What Nine on the cut, shit is crispy
What makes a man? y'all niggas fakin' y'all hand
Wrong shit up in you cake mix your grams
If you a hustla do it the hustlas do
Clientel first you try stretchin' your stew
Big boys play for large
up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short change
Boy is a for Dope, girl is Cocaine
You no name, knock a Ki of in a week
Through of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin' streets

CHORUS: (AZ)
Some thugs all the luck (Wha)
While some thugs all the pain (You know?)
Locked up doin' major time (Double digits), or on the block caught
in the
It's a boy (3-5-7, 9 and a half)
It's the dope (Surprise, Body Bag, Unknown)

AZ:
Control all the mad money, 98 Jag
Brag money, the type wanna bag from me
Name ringin' medallion on my chain
We mastered, soldiers even in the slingin'
on Thanksgivin', lovin' the chips
Seven day trips, bitches lovin' the dip
Can we live? No more boxes in the cribs
Just bank accounts, ammounts, fuck a bid
We slow grindin', lady friends
Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no
Life or death, new steps, right from left
Preciseness, I end off you bite the rest

CHORUS: (AZ)
Some thugs all the luck
While thugs feel all the pain (You know)
Locked up major time (25 with a L), or on the block still caught
in the
It's a boy (Woar)
Some thugs all the luck
While some feel all the pain (It's like this)
Locked up doin' major (It's on & on & on), or on the block still
in the game
It's a boy

AZ:
Game stop... Wha... You know the kings, we know the kings, it's
this y'all...VIP.. Ved bag, dope thinkin', niggas gnawin' off this
shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto baby, What the fuck? We
out