Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet it
Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Dont talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
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 look easy out of control

3: Birdman]
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and still was made baby
Eight months aint nothing nigga
Its jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I withstand
And I hold my down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making money from with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket