Luyện nghe bài hát Boi!

1:

Boy I got so ways
to get paid
Wake up
to be made
Boppers my name
know my face
When I by,
Bet ya wave (hey!)
They my dougie
Fresh Dougie
But not Fresh,
Dougie D, I'm
And boys are broadies
Got this on me
the Chico
Young Gang homie,
me at the club
Girls show me
dap me up
Haters mug
But I ain't trippin'
A playa steady
I don't need ya girl boy I got so

(Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK))

Ayy DJ play that song
Put song on
If ya money ain't
Boy you gone
x2

VERSE 2: Jones

Ay boy I got so ways
to get paid
24
Money to be
I started off nothing
Now I'm platinum plaque
Back then they want me
Now all up in my face
I ball up in the
24s and up
my Bentley big
But girls rub
trynna take me home
Wanna be my buddy
So I got a day and
Kid Cudi
I swear she love me
She wanna me
I can take ya' away from you
Boy me
But I even trippin'
I said I trippin'
To much money on my to worry 'bout women (Boy)

(Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK))

Say DJ play that girl
Put that on
If ya money long
Boy you betta

3:

Ayy the Justo,
I got so
got dimes
But I got
When I hit the
All the say ye-ahh.
Do it one time for the mo
Justo a
how I'm stuntin'
Hit the club with a fine brown honey

I got so many I got so many guns
I got so many hundreds you got so many
I walk up in the club a hoe to give me a some
And just because I'm stuntin' all the hoes gimme (huh)
Jump up in the whip the got so many inches
I got so many hoes they know that I'm the business

signs on my mind
Got ya movin' Ds
Waffa five, extra Gs, taking 9 out the
'Ypnotized,
gang,
Busta
I ain't
shine
I'mma
'Till it's

Extra like a gyro
'em like a egg roll
Beat up out the
'em to the octos
Fully fully
Shawty bout good plate
Fuck around next they be sleepin a sting ray
Jump ribbon ribbon figa yas to the lizard
Can chop you up like liver
Chop ya [?] I it to ya
Gucci so icy nigga
Don't sound familiar to ya
Wish ya would fly cause fuck around around choppas (so icy)

(Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK))

Ayy DJ play that song
Put song on
If ya money long
Boy you betta

I say I got so problems,
A bitch one
So revolvers
So play dumb
I got so many dreads momma you could pull
It's JM if you think I'm broke dumb
means that you're a dummy
So don't say a
I got so homies
Young Gang

Boy I get so much
I'm doing great
Pocket full of
Poppa don't
Man her weight
the boy J
Diamonds in my
You boys fake
What's the dame
You is silly
wanna milli
Your problems wanna