Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart
Nigga play 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 better yet it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
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 back in the front of the front of the 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 fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' 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 we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Dont talk nigga you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on side, 100 grand 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
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound 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
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya

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