Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em talk 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 the biggest heart
Nigga play 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 from anybody who had it or better yet forgot 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 punk in the back with a pump in the back, 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 in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you
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 bitches TDE YMCMB business

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Dont talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand 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
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time 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 plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

3: Birdman]
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 Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies 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
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax