Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a
With a latch on the back of the
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 you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
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 with a catfish flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably baby
talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a
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 heard they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

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 rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they diapers
Thats why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand
And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went from watching 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 chairs for?
I went from making money people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket