Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

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 everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
in the back 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 with 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 back of the block with a cop wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the block G 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 a catfish back flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
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 safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

Ya know!
The time is and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole tax bracket, amen