Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy Talk

(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look nigga i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin'
Want war? One call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you nigga's hate
Bitch i'm out in states, politic, and gettin cake.
my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them doller signs.
Run with them niggas glocks like its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, ain't a choice hoe i shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the voice so i rhyme.
Grind all the time since the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake like day became my birthday
something like a earthquake, the way shit drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big
You didn't hoe you sit at home and just watch
then haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's turn out to be
No near comfortable need extra paper.

Got the city on smash, the streets on
100 real with their heats on cock
got my pockets on swol still need gwap.
Plus the says they love to hear the young boy talk

Ay ay
The jeans spent a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, buck on him.
When we hit the scene, the club just pile on him
You scrubs show them groupies love, i style on them.