Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

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 license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
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 musta won that anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the 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 for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked 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 bitch

nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this nigga 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
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I it look easy easy out of control

Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24's
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made
Eight months stop nothing nigga
like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

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