Luyện nghe bài hát Boi!

1:

Boy I got so many
to get paid
Wake up
to be made
Boppers my name
Boys my face
I pass by,
Bet ya girl (hey!)
They my dougie
Fresh like
But not Fresh,
D, I'm thuggin'
And these boys are
Got thang on me
the Chico
Young Problemz homie,
Catch me at the
Girls show me
dap me up
Haters mug
But I ain't trippin'
A playa pimpin'
I don't need ya boy I got so many

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

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

2: Mike Jones

Ay boy I got so ways
to get paid
24
to be made
I off with nothing
Now I'm plaque made
Back then they ain't me
Now all up in my face
I ball up in the
24s and up
my Bentley big
But girls rub
They take me home
Wanna be my cuddy
So I got a day and
Like Kid
I swear she wanna me
She wanna me
I can ya' girl away from you
Boy me
But I even trippin'
I said I ain't
To much money on my mind to worry women (Boy)

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

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

3:

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

I got so honeys I got so many guns
I got so many you got so many ones
I walk up in the club 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 hoes cause they know that I'm the

Dolla on my mind
Got ya dime Ds
five, extra Gs, taking 9 out the keys
'Ypnotized,
gang,
Busta
I lyin
I'mma
I'mma
it's time

Extra lamb a gyro
Wrap 'em 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
ribbon ribbon figa feeds yas to the lizard
Can you up like chicken liver
Chop ya [?] I it to ya
Gucci Mane so icy
Don't that sound to ya
Wish ya fly cause fuck around around with choppas (so icy)

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

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

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

Boy I get so hate
'Cause I'm great
Pocket full of
Poppa play
Man her lil'
the boy J
Diamonds in my
You diamonds fake
the dame dealie
You boys is
Weezy wanna
Your problems wanna