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 your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won from anybody 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 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
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
nigga riding 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 side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive I own 'em, bad bitch 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 time to
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it easy easy out of control

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

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

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