Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, 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 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 won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a 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 wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I this 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 game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows 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 they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

[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 Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

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