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
since 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 armour and your women penetrated
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta

I say congratulations, old lady renovated
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You her Commes des Garcons
She and play with your heart
I'm far a popular artist
One of the hardest, no
And I saw your woman, I her low like a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you
I got my up

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

These niggas cardio crazy, clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your casualties up
I'm
I'm
niggas don't be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the
Shoot them out the S-class, I you won't the problem
I know who and who and every who that I'm around
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 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' 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
going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a 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, with all that frontin'

That big money 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 capping on your 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 about it
30 on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you it type
I shoot through you crazy hollow tips
No holler backs, how to raps

I got a black to make sure every dirty dollar
aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have homies on stretchers right next 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 it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese
to back, I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, hoodies and boots putting your troops in
boxes
I blew a million on white tees and Klein boxers
This nigga

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 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 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 gon' bring my to me?

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