Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em talk it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
play your part 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 from anybody who had it or better yet it
in the back 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 back in the of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch Bailey
Okay big money on side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga 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 normal
Gotta put 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, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

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

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months aint stop nothing
Its like was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant 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 Earl and Red
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket