Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk 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 with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet it
in the back of a 'Lac 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 pump in the back, till 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 a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the block or
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 flip first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big on this 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 lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that 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 fuckin'
that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

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 rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, on them 24's
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made
Eight months stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third base and my nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, ain't no I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from watching time fly on 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 money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a 'nother tax bracket, amen