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
no time for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my
Be sure to 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 a popular artist
One of the hardest, no
And I saw your woman, I call her low like a sweater
Call her whatever you
I got my up

In Beverly Hills, my like the Beverly Brothers
day one, Folarin 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
Don't be talking too
These copy too much

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout be tough
it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
These niggas don't be no gangster, 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 every who and who and every who that I'm
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a
Hold up,

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the like I'm Duckie, hold 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' my crown to me?
And who won' try to fuck 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, in the building with my vibe on a million
Slide on the like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put your pride to the
Try collide 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 back, I'm that turn of the knob
When the boy the corner come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, with all that frontin'

That big money talk be reserved for those that got it
But you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that 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 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 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, 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
your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals

IV's, IV's, it's the why nobody try me, try me
Have a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
did me grimy
He took it too far, he treat bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your in
boxes
I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein
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' bring the
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who won' try to fuck 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
going 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 won' try to 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 catching up to me
Who gon' my crown 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 going down, it 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 down, it ain't catching up to me