Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

Ya know!
The is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nothing
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya

I'm from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole tax bracket, amen