Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em talk 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 the biggest heart
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 won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till 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 back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I this nigga 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 pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, on them 24s
doing time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

4: Mack Maine]
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand
And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop 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 join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them for?
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket