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 life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
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 won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, he's off balance
And I'm in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna 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 considerin' you
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
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 my bitch drive
Need a new money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and ass ain't normal
Gotta put pound 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 fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
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

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

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in baby diapers
Thats why when the babies up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I 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 from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket