Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest 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 musta won 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
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
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 wanna cop anybody's
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Dont nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
big money 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
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put pound game on her, beat 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'
that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher we even been, shining on them 24s
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

[Interlude: Maine]
Ya know!
The time is and money still was made baby
Eight months aint nothing nigga
Its jail was third 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 they be like us
I a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so my lil brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant withstand
And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket