Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park 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 back of the
Hit a punk in the back a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop 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 a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
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 brother
that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

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

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

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