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 time to up
no time for that 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 here

I say congratulations, your old lady
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her Commes des
She and play with your 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 like the Beverly Brothers
Since day one, Folarin been the one
I came up in them gogos most of was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now kill mo', say
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near say jack
Don't be talking too
These niggas copy too

These niggas crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me 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 to the county
them out the S-class, I guess you won't 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 tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 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' my crown to me?
And who try to fuck with me?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my 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 corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my
I'm a knife in back, I'm that 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 talk should be reserved for those got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to about it
That's why I that capping on your raps and highly doubt 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 mill' on a deal on how the tour was routed
I your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with hollow
No backs, just how to raps

I got a black to make sure every dollar stacked
Y'all for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
I will bury you niggas and and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right 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 they Siamese
Back to back, I clap that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just and boots putting your troops in
Pine
I blew a million on white tees and Calvin 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
Faded off the brown, she 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' bring my to me?

And who won' try to fuck me?
off the brown, she can't 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' my crown to me?

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