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
since day one
Ain't no time to up
Ain't no time for hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, all my haters
Be sure to leave your armour and women penetrated
I give her back, I her
Poof, get here

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 from a popular
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 been the one
I came up in them gogos most of 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, clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your casualties up
I'm
I'm
These niggas be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it just to the county
them out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem
I know every who and who and every who that I'm
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a for a bounty
Hold up,

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the like I'm Duckie, hold 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 bring 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 type of
Bitches going down, it no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
Slide on the beat my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put your to the side
Try with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my
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 got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear 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, or but's about it
30 mill' on a deal depending on how the was routed
I seen watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it you make it type
I shoot through you with hollow tips
No backs, just how to raps

I got a to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on right next 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
Back to back, I like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots your troops in
Pine
I blew a million on white tees and Calvin 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 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
off the brown, she can't 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
Bitches going down, it ain't 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?
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
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, 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?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got that type of
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me