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 everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your part or parallel your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till 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 block key watch for the 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 head first smilin'
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business 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 this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead 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 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 rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any don't believe 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 Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
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 came home from 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 hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket