Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk it, make em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your 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 of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till off balance
And I'm back in the of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key 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 date with a catfish back flip head smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this 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 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 brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy 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, hundred mill on the
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, for my models
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways 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 pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from money from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket