Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely 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 pump in the back, till he's off
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 key watch for the 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 date with a catfish back head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm 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 in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I 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

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

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

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