Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk 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, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I won that 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 of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a 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 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 twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

[Verse 2: Ace
nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I I own 'em, bad bitch 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 gold, no time to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my 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 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, suicide
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the hood where bitches hold in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming 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 spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket