Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

me in, Cole
here?
Nah, I'm
Yeah, bounce,
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, right

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
Concrete day one
no time to make up
Ain't no for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my
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 your
I'm far from a popular
One of the hardest, no
And I saw your woman, I call her low a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you
I got my up

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

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
These niggas be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you won't the
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
Hold up,

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 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 around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a
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
a fraud, you's a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back, I'm turn of the knob
When the boy the corner come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop with all frontin'

That big money should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to 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 on how the tour was routed
I seen watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it
I shoot you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, how to raps

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

IV's, IV's, it's the 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 that's a
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting troops in
Pine
I blew a million on white tees and 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 bring the crown?
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 around, ain't got that type 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' 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 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?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me

Who bring my crown 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 type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me