Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
Okay big money on this side, 100 for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe getting 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
Gotta put that game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

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

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

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