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, right

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

I say congratulations, your old renovated
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her Commes des
She come and play 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 Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly Brothers
Since day one, Folarin been the one
I came up in them most of them was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now kill mo', say
But when wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack
be talking too much
These niggas too much

niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I my hands and raise your family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
niggas don't be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it just to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I you won't the problem
I every who and who and every who that I'm around
And what you call a 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 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' 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 of luxury
going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
Slide on the beat like my God, I'm so
All other rappers, put your 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 knife in your back, I'm that turn of the
When the boy from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop with all frontin'

That big money talk should be 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 'bout to get all the way the up out it
No if's, and's or but's it
30 on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, it 'till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy hollow tips
No backs, just how to raps

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

IV's, IV's, the reason 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 bullets they Siamese
to back, I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting troops in
boxes
I blew a million on tees and Calvin 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 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, got that 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 bring my crown 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
going 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 play around, ain't got that type of luxury
going down, it ain't catching up to me

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