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

I say congratulations, your old renovated
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her Commes des
She come and with your heart
I'm far from a artist
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 like the Brothers
day one, Folarin been the same one
I came up in them most of them was afraid of
Now kill mo', say
Now kill mo', say
But when your wheel is a fortune, you gotta say jack
Don't be too much
These niggas copy too

These cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and your family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
niggas don't 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 every who I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind, I a picture 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 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
going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my
I'm a knife in your back, I'm that of the knob
When the boy from the come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop all that frontin'

big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to about it
That's why I hear that capping on your 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 but's it
30 mill' on a deal depending on how the was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it you make it type
I shoot you crazy with hollow tips
No backs, just how to raps

I got a black to sure every dirty dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
I will bury you and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right 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 like Siamese
Back to back, I like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just and boots putting your troops in
Pine
I blew a on white 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 can't get 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 gon' 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
going down, it ain't catching up to me
Who gon' my crown to me?

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

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