Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity 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 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 from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off
And I'm back in the front of the of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't 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 time to
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga believe me, I make 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, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, on them 24s
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they diapers
Thats why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
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 went from making from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket