Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

me in, Cole
Right
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
Ain't no for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for 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, your old lady
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her Commes des
She come and play your heart
I'm far from a popular
One of the hardest, no
And I saw your woman, I call her low like a sweater
her whatever you want
I got my up

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly
Since day one, Folarin the same one
I came up in them gogos of them was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now kill mo', say
But when your is a fortune, you near gotta 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 niggas got me up
I raise my and raise your family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
These niggas be no gangster, they be playing it
ain't dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I 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
Hold up,

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 around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't no 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 your pride to the
Try with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, a thorn in my side
I'm a in your 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'

That big money talk be reserved for those that got it
But you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I that capping on your raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the up out it
No if's, and's or about it
30 mill' on a depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was
means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy 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 starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
I bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to numerals

IV's, IV's, the reason why nobody 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 clap like that's a
But no video shoots, just and boots putting your troops in
Pine
I a million on white 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 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 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 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, ain't got that type of
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me

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
going down, it ain't catching up to me