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 its livin' on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it
in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
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 front of the future you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Don't talk nigga 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 too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we even been, on them 24's
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

I'm from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long ways 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 flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil' nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went from making money from with crack habits
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen