Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
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
Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the or whatever
And cut no cut more more guts 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 face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead 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 that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
that 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 easy easy out of control

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose for them hundreds, strapped 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 money was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nigga
It's jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

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