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 girl (hey!)
They my dougie
like Dougie
But not Fresh,
D, I'm thuggin'
And these are broadies
Got this on me
This the
Young Gang homie,
Catch me at the
Girls me love
dap me up
Haters mug
But I ain't even
A steady pimpin'
I don't need ya girl boy I got so

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

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

VERSE 2: Jones

Ay boy I got so ways
Ways to get
24
Money to be
I off with nothing
Now I'm platinum plaque
Back they ain't want me
Now they all up in my
I ball up in the
24s and up
Yeah my big
But girls rub
trynna take me home
Wanna be my cuddy
So I got a day and
Like Kid
I she wanna love me
She fuck me
I can take ya' away from you
Boy me
But I ain't trippin'
I said I ain't
To much money on my mind to worry 'bout (Boy)

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

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

3:

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

I got so many honeys I got so guns
I got so hundreds you got so many ones
I up in the club tell a hoe to give me a some
And just because I'm all the hoes gimme numbers (huh)
Jump up in the the rims got so many inches
I got so many cause they know that I'm the business

Dolla on my mind
Got ya dime Ds
Waffa five, extra Gs, 9 out the keys
'Ypnotized,
gang,
Busta
I ain't
I'mma
grind
'Till time

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

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

Ayy DJ play girl song
Put that on
If ya ain't long
Boy you betta

I say I got so problems,
A bitch one
So revolvers
So play dumb
I got so many momma you could pull work
It's JM if you think I'm broke you're
That that you're a dummy
So say a thang
I got so homies
Young Gang

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