Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

Count me in,
here?
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
Ain't no time for hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to your armour and your women penetrated
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta

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

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

These niggas crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me up
I raise my hands and your family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
These don't be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you won't the
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
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 this big and who '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 get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't no up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put your pride to the
Try collide with the squad, your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my
I'm a knife in your back, I'm turn of the knob
When the boy from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop all that frontin'

That big money should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on raps and highly doubt it
The too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, and's or but's it
30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that was clouded
Which means, you used to shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I through you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, just how to

I got a black to make every dirty 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 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 it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I clap that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots your troops in
Pine
I blew a million on white 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
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don't play around, ain't got that of luxury
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 with me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it catching up to me
Who bring 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
going down, it ain't catching up to me

Who gon' bring my 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 ain't up to me