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
Ain't no for that hoe
baby, word to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my
Be sure to leave your armour and your women
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta

I say congratulations, your old 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 Cardigan
her whatever you want
I got my up

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

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout be tough
Fuck it, I me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I my hands and raise your family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
niggas don't be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it just to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you the problem
I know every who and who and who that I'm around
And you call a piece 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 like I'm Duckie, 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 bring my crown to me?
And who won' try to with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
Bitches 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 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 of the knob
When the boy from the 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 really got it, you pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on your raps and 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 mill' on a deal on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I shoot you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, just how to

I got a black to make sure every dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I will bury you niggas and come and air out funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to 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 took it too far, he treat them bullets like they
Back to back, I like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and putting your troops in
Pine
I blew a million on white tees and Calvin boxers
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 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 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 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
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, got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it 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, got that type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me