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
Ain't no time to up
Ain't no for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, all my haters
Be to leave your armour and your women penetrated
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta

I say congratulations, your old lady
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her des Garcons
She come and play your 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 the Beverly Brothers
Since day one, Folarin the same one
I came up in gogos most of them was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now kill mo', say
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near say jack
Don't be talking too
These copy too much

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your family's up
I'm
I'm
These 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 that I'm
And what you a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up,

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 '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 gon' my crown to me?
And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building my vibe 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, turn your mob corn 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
the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, with all that frontin'

That big money should be reserved for those that got it
But you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly it
The game too crowded, I'm to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, and's or but's it
30 on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it
I shoot you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, just how to

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 a fucking black 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, it's the reason why try me, try me
Have a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he treat them bullets like Siamese
to back, I clap 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 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 don't play around, 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 don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches going down, it catching up to me
Who gon' my crown to me?

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