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 time to up
Ain't no time for hoe
Like baby, to a cup
you for your services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your and your women penetrated
I give her back, I her
Poof, get here

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

In Beverly Hills, my like the Beverly Brothers
Since day one, Folarin the same one
I up in them gogos most of them was afraid of
Now kill mo', say
Now kill mo', say
But when your is a fortune, you near gotta say jack
Don't be talking too
niggas copy too much

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing must be tough
Fuck it, I me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your family's up
I'm
I'm
These niggas be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it moved to the county
them out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem
I know 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 like I'm Duckie, hold 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' 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 type of
Bitches going down, it ain't no up to me
Yes, stepped in the building my vibe on a million
on the beat like 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, you's a in my side
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 all that frontin'

That big money should be reserved for those that got it
But when you got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on 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 depending on how the tour was
I seen your watch when you first dropped, shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, 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 dirty dollar stacked
aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking black (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
I will bury you niggas and 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
Have a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
did me grimy
He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they
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 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 bring 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 get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I play 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 bring my crown 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 type of
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me
Who gon' bring my 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 that type of
going down, it ain't catching up to me

Who bring 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 type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me