Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em talk it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is 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 from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's
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 considerin' you
Die in a lake with a date a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

2: Ace Hood]
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept bitch like Bailey
big money on this 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 this nigga be swagging, and I'm living
Might cop me an Aston, 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 deep in a
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that by me like 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 me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn they be us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home from
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own 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
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket