Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park 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 yet forgot 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 with a 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 of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like 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 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 normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

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

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

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