Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is 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 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a latch on the 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 in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more guts boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE business bitch

Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 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 lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

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