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 to make up
no time for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my
Be sure to leave armour and your women penetrated
I give her back, I her
Poof, get outta

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

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings the Beverly Brothers
day one, Folarin been the same one
I came up in them gogos most of them was of
Now kill mo', say
Now mo', say that
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say
Don't be talking too
These niggas copy too

These cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a niggas got me fucked up
I my hands and raise your 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 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 runway 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 bring my crown to me?
And who won' try to with me?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
Slide on the beat like my God, I'm so
All other rappers, put your pride to the
Try collide with the squad, 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 from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, with all that frontin'

big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly it
The too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, or but's about it
30 on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you it type
I shoot through you with hollow tips
No holler backs, how to raps

I got a black to sure every dirty dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your cap
Run, nigga, run a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
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 why nobody try me, try me
Have a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
did me grimy
He took it too far, he them bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I clap that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your in
Pine
I blew a million on tees 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' the crown?
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 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
Bitches going down, it catching 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 get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got that type of
Bitches going down, it catching up to me
Who bring 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' bring my to me?
And who won' try to fuck 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