Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the 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 from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back with a in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are talent
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 fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put that pound 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 that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, 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 fish
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I before
than we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

I'm from the hood where bitches hold in they baby diapers
That's why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' 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 hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil' nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen