Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the 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 pump in the back, till he's off
And I'm in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the key watch 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 date with a catfish back flip head smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

[Verse 2: Ace
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 for the whip my bitch 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
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that by me like my lovely 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 don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

3: Birdman]
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
Fr-fresher than I 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 money still was made
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 hold coke in baby diapers
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy
Man Im so my lil brother came home from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I 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 dick
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs
I went from making money from people with crack
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket