Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a latch on the of the trunk
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 you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business 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
big money 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 swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

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

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went from money from people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket