Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

me in, Cole
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
you for your services, invoicing all my haters
Be to leave your armour and your women penetrated
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta

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

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

These niggas crazy, chasing clout must be tough
it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
These don't be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the
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 of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
up, yeah

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 big and who ain't 'bout to slow 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 won' try to fuck me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, ain't got that type of
going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a
Slide on the like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob corn on the cob
a fraud, you's a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back, I'm that of the knob
the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop with all frontin'

That big money talk be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk it
That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly 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 on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with hollow
No holler backs, how to raps

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

IV's, IV's, the reason why nobody try me, try me
Have a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he treat bullets 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 nigga

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 get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I play around, ain't got that type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches going down, it catching up to me
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 get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me
Who bring my crown to me?

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

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