Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

Count me in,
Right
Nah, I'm
Yeah, bounce,
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, here

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
since day one
Ain't no time to up
no time for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my
Be sure to leave your armour and women penetrated
I give her back, I her
Poof, get outta

I say congratulations, your old lady
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her des Garcons
She come and with your heart
I'm far from a popular
One of the hardest, no
And I saw woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you
I got my up

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Brothers
Since day one, been the same one
I came up in them gogos of them was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now kill mo', say
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near say jack
Don't be too much
These niggas copy too

niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my and raise your family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
These niggas be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you the problem
I every who and who and every who that I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a
Hold up,

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the runway I'm Duckie, hold up
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to up?

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who gon' bring my to me?
And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, ain't got that type of
Bitches down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
Slide on the beat my God, I'm so brilliant
All rappers, put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back, I'm that of the knob
When the boy from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop all that frontin'

That big money talk should be reserved for those got it
But when you got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on your and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the up out it
No if's, and's or but's it
30 mill' on a depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you dropped, that shit was clouded
means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I through you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, how to raps

I got a black to make sure every dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking black (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I will bury you niggas and and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman

IV's, IV's, the reason why nobody try me, try me
a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he treat them like they Siamese
Back to back, I clap like a wrap
But no shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your troops in
Pine
I blew a on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers
This silly

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who gon' bring the
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who won' try to with me?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don't play around, ain't got that type of
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Who gon' bring my to me?

And who won' try to fuck me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me
Who bring my crown to me?

And who won' try to with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got that type of
Bitches going down, it catching up to me

Who gon' my crown to me?
And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got that of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me