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
since day one
Ain't no time to up
Ain't no time for hoe
baby, word to a cup
Thank you for services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armour and your 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 her Commes des Garcons
She come and with your heart
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 you want
I got my up

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

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout 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 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 who that I'm around
And what you call a of mind, I call a picture 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 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 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, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches going down, it no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
Slide on the beat my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put your pride to the
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into on the cob
You's a fraud, a thorn in my side
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 all that frontin'

That big money talk should be reserved for that got it
But you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear capping on your raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, or but's about it
30 mill' on a deal depending on how the was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 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 dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I will you niggas 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 them bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I clap that's a wrap
But no shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your troops in
boxes
I blew a million on white 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 won' try to 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, ain't got 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 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
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 get enough of me
I don't around, ain't got that type of luxury
going down, it ain't catching up to me

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