Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
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 support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or 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 back of a 'Lac a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the 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 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 talk nigga fuck you pay me, your bitch 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 this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad 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
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the hood bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My numb, aint 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, grow ya own dick
I went from time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went from making money from people crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket