Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All that ass, Lord have
All that champagne, bitches thirsty
Verserchy, no hold up, I Versace
I pull up Roberto over Cavalli
on Cali, prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on something
twerkin' like Miley
Twerk, for a real nigga sellin' work
Promise I tell a word
I been on that shit, way back
North Philly nigga, but I'm laid
Get shot in your head your Maybach
Homey D know I don't play that
Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to
Call your dog, I call my dawg and buy a birdy
Try to school me, I'm out here early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of soccer jersey
Mink draggin', tell I'm swaggin'
All these like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
Just to put it, on my
What you doin? I'm doin'

Okay, I walk a limp and I talk with a slur
I might every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every single and mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my
I need bag full of green like I lawn mow it
Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G, yeah, I floor it
And I'm pound
If her good then I might one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, girl over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw,
But if I don't have that on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money bags my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous, Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in like I-N-G
And when we flyin' private you bring the gun on with us
I got freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us
And I got comma on comma on on comma, on comma
And I talking about no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chili
Put my P up on her head like that bitch is reppin'
And I in that pussy like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to meet
Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies
I got rich decided ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided that big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that nigga you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, bitch

I'm like when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf,
You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and off
We got bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't me, I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I
They say fake it 'til you it, well, let the fakin' begin
I got a bitch with titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends
My niggas from Harlem and all get it in
bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you catchin' a fader
Come get with the Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic nigga
That's my bitch
Bought her a class ticket to put the dick in her