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 license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart
Nigga play your 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 that from anybody who had it or yet forgot it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked 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 we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, your bitch like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand 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
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and ass ain't normal
Gotta put pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn be like us
I a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My numb, aint 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 from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax