Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, 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 everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your part or parallel your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won from anybody 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 back of the
Hit a punk in the back a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the of the front of the future 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 G 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 with 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

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

Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we been, shining on them 24's
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nigga
It's like jail was third and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my brother came home from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I withstand
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 fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
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 crack
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen