Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
play your 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 from anybody who had it or better yet it
Mack in the back of a 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 he's off
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont 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 too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, 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 my lovely 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 don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24s
doing time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Mack
Ya know!
The time is money and money was made 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 in they baby diapers
Thats why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand
And I hold my 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 time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets 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 went from making money from people with habits
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket