Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on support
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park 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
in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block 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 fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
that pistol 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 don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

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