Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the 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 of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the block G for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head smilin'
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 probably baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead 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 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 gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any don't believe 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, rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and still was made baby
months ain't stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in baby diapers
That's why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit 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 finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through 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 making money people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a 'nother tax bracket, amen