Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
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 back of a 'Lac 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 off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future 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 guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a 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 business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
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
put that pound game on her, beat 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 fuckin'
Keep that 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 believe me, I make it look easy out of control

3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
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 still was baby
months aint stop nothing nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya

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