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
Concrete day one
Ain't no to make up
Ain't no for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, all my haters
Be sure to your armour and your women penetrated
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get here

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

In Beverly Hills, my like the Beverly Brothers
Since day one, Folarin been the one
I came up in gogos most of them was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now mo', say that
But your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack
be talking too much
These copy too much

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing must be tough
it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I my hands and raise your 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 out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem
I know every who and who and who that I'm around
And what you a piece 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 like I'm Duckie, 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 bring my crown to me?
And who won' try to with me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches going down, it no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building my vibe on a million
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All rappers, put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into 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 the corner come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, with all that frontin'

That big money talk should be reserved for those 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 doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, and's or about it
30 mill' on a deal depending on how the was routed
I your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with hollow
No backs, just how to raps

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

IV's, IV's, it's the reason why try me, try me
Have a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
did me grimy
He took it too far, he treat them bullets like Siamese
to back, I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, hoodies and boots putting your troops in
Pine
I blew a million on tees and Calvin Klein boxers
nigga 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' the crown?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who try to fuck 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 type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Who gon' my crown to me?

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

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

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