Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga 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 from anybody who had it or better yet it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back 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 when you are mentioning
And I'm in the back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the key 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 lake a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
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, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this 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 pound game 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'
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 nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

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

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
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 ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick 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 the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs
I went from money from people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket