Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with 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 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 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 anybody's
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
that 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 me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
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 join the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with habits
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket