Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
about it, make 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 license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, he's off balance
And I'm in the front of the front of the future 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 key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more fuck 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 of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
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 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 super paid, 2 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, cold as the
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 out of control

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

[Interlude: Mack
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was baby
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
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 chairs for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket