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, lightest boy with the biggest
Nigga play your part or parallel park ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot 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 in the back with 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 talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
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 bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows 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, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
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, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
than we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the ho, while he doing time ho

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in baby diapers
why when 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 came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole tax bracket