Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy Talk

(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look nigga i'm the rawest, the animal
Want war? One phone is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you nigga's hate
Bitch i'm out in states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the weed, pockets with them doller signs.
Run with them holdin glocks like its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, ain't a hoe i gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the so i gotta rhyme.
Grind all the time ever the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake like day became my birthday
something like a earthquake, the way this shit
I be at the tip top with a big knot
You didn't know hoe you sit at and just watch
Less haters, stone cold spectators
lame's turn out to be investigators
No where near need extra paper.

Got the on smash, the streets on lock
100 real with their heats on cock
got my on swol still need more gwap.
Plus the hood says 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.
we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him
You show them groupies love, i just style on them.