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

I say congratulations, old lady renovated
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You her Commes des Garcons
She come and play with 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 you want
I got my up

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

niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your family's up
I'm
I'm
These niggas don't be no gangster, they be it
Extortion ain't dead, it moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you the problem
I know every who and who and every who that I'm
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a 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 me, who did it this 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 bring my crown 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 of luxury
Bitches going down, it no catching up to me
Yes, in the building with my vibe on a million
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put pride to the side
Try with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my
I'm a in your back, I'm that turn of the knob
When the boy from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop with all that

big money talk should 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 doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm 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, shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it
I through you crazy with hollow tips
No backs, just how to raps

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

IV's, IV's, it's the reason why try me, try me
a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he them bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your 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' bring the
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
off the brown, she can't 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 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, got that type of luxury
Bitches 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 get enough of me
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
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, got that type of luxury
going down, it ain't catching up to me