Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, em talk about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I license 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 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 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 front of the of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the of the block 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 considerin' you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
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
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, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

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

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