Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, 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 in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
a latch 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 future when you are mentioning
And I'm in the back in the of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this 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 that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up they be like us
I a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I my niggas 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
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,