Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license 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 musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back 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 with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big 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 swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
doing time ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was baby
Eight months aint stop 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 diapers
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making money from people crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket