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

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

In Beverly Hills, my like the Beverly Brothers
Since day one, 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 near gotta say
be talking too much
These niggas copy too

These cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a niggas got me fucked 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 just to the county
Shoot out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem
I every who and who and every who that 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 I'm Duckie, hold 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 bring 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 ain't no up to me
Yes, stepped in the with my vibe on a million
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All rappers, put your pride to the side
Try with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a in my side
I'm a in your back, I'm that turn of the knob
When the boy from the come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop all that frontin'

That big money talk be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk it
That's why I hear that capping on your raps and doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm 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 your watch when you first dropped, shit was clouded
Which means, you used to shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with tips
No holler backs, how to raps

I got a black to make every dirty dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking black (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
I will bury you niggas and come and air out 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 bullets like they Siamese
to back, I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, hoodies and boots putting your troops in
Pine
I a million 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 gon' bring the
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 get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don't play around, ain't got that 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 won' try to with me?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got that of luxury
going down, it ain't catching up to me
Who bring my crown 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 ain't up to me

Who gon' bring my 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 down, it ain't catching up to me