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 life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
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 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 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 back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
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 we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
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 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 ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My gold, no time 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 they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

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

[Interlude: Mack
Ya know!
The time is money and still was made baby
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its like jail was third and my lil nigga still came home, ya understand

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