Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
to me is definitely 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 with 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 he's off
And I'm in the front of the front of the future when 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 twice you fucked you drownin'
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 on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont talk nigga 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 money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me 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 believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we 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 money still was made
Eight aint stop nothing nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga came home, ya understand

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