Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I license in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga your part 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 back of a 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 front of the front of the future when you are mentioning
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably 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 too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, 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
that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

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