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 park your ego next to me and
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 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, he's 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 key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

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

[Verse 3:
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher I been before
than we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

[Interlude: Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made
months aint stop nothing nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the hood bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
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 brought chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket