Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em 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, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that 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 latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back with a in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop allowance
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up 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 YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

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