Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy Talk

(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look nigga i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin'
Want One phone call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy nigga's
Bitch i'm out in different states, politic, and cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets them doller signs.
Run with them holdin 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 ever since the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake every day became my birthday
something like a earthquake, the way this drop
I be at the tip top with a big knot
You didn't hoe you sit at home and just watch
Less haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's out to be investigators
No where comfortable need extra paper.

Got the on smash, the streets on lock
100 real niggas with their heats on
got my pockets on swol still more gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to the young boy talk

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