Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm back in the of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block 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 with a date with a catfish back flip head first
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

2: Ace Hood]
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new money getting 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
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and 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 gold, no time to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

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