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, right

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
Concrete day one
Ain't no time to up
no time for that 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 outta

I say congratulations, old lady renovated
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her des Garcons
She come and play with heart
I'm far a popular artist
One of the hardest, no
And I saw woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater
her whatever 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 gogos most of them was 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 too much

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me up
I raise my hands and raise your 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 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 'bout to 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 get enough of me
I don't around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't no up to me
Yes, stepped in the 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 with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
a fraud, you's a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in your back, I'm turn of the knob
the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop with all that

That big money talk should be reserved for those got it
But when you really got it, you ain't to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on raps 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, 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, how to raps

I got a black to make sure dirty dollar stacked
Y'all for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I will bury you and come and air out your funeral
Have homies on stretchers right next to Roman 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 they 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 million on tees and Calvin Klein 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 bring the crown?
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
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 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 play around, ain't got that of luxury
Bitches going down, it catching up to me
Who gon' bring my to me?

And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me

Who gon' my crown to me?
And who try to fuck 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 ain't up to me