Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy Talk

(puffin) Uh huh

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

Got the city on smash, the on lock
100 real niggas with their on cock
got my pockets on swol need more gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to hear the boy talk

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