Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk it, make em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your part or park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a in the back with a pump in the back, till 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 back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish 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 riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Dont talk nigga you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
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 to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

[Interlude: Mack
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made
months aint stop nothing nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil still came home, ya understand

4: Mack Maine]
Im the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax