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 your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet, lightest 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 from anybody who had it or yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 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 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 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 you fucked considerin' you drownin'
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 bitch

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

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
than 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 money was made baby
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its like was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya understand

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