Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

Count me in,
Right
Nah, I'm
Yeah, bounce,
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, right

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
Concrete day one
Ain't no to make up
Ain't no time for hoe
baby, word to a cup
Thank you for your services, all my haters
Be sure to leave your armour and your penetrated
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get here

I say congratulations, your old lady
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her des Garcons
She come and with your heart
I'm far from a artist
One of the hardest, no
And I saw your woman, I call her low like a sweater
her whatever you want
I got my up

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings the Beverly Brothers
Since day one, been the same one
I came up in gogos most of them was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now kill mo', say
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say
be talking too much
These niggas copy too

These cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen got me fucked up
I my hands and raise your family's casualties up
I'm
I'm
These niggas be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it moved to the county
them out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem
I know every who and who and who that I'm around
And what you a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
up, yeah

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the like I'm Duckie, hold up
So tell me, who did it big and who ain't 'bout to slow up?

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who gon' bring my to me?
And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't no up to me
Yes, in the building with my vibe on a million
Slide on the like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put pride to the side
Try collide the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my
I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the
When the boy from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop with all frontin'

That big money should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to about it
That's why I hear capping on your raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, and's or but's it
30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was
I seen your watch when you dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with hollow
No holler backs, how to raps

I got a black to make sure every dollar stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right to Roman numerals

IV's, IV's, the reason why nobody try me, try me
a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he treat bullets like they Siamese
to back, I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and putting your troops in
Pine
I blew a million on white tees and Calvin boxers
nigga silly

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who bring the crown?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who won' try to with me?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I play around, ain't got that type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Who gon' my crown to me?

And who won' try to fuck me?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it catching up to me
Who gon' bring my to me?

And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me

Who bring my crown to me?
And who won' try to with me?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me