Luyện nghe bài hát Boi!

1:

Boy I got so many
to get paid
Wake up
Money to be
know my name
Boys know my
When I by,
Bet ya girl (hey!)
feelin' my dougie
Fresh like
But not Fresh,
Dougie D, I'm
And these are broadies
Got thang on me
This the
Young Problemz homie,
me at the club
Girls show me
dap me up
Haters mug
But I even trippin'
A steady pimpin'
I don't ya girl boy I got so many

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

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

VERSE 2: Mike

Ay boy I got so ways
to get paid
24
to be made
I off with nothing
Now I'm platinum plaque
Back then they want me
Now they all up in my
I ball up in the
24s and up
Yeah my big
But girls rub
They trynna take me
Wanna be my buddy
So I got a day and
Kid Cudi
I she wanna love me
She wanna me
I can take ya' girl away you
Boy me
But I ain't even
I said I ain't
To much on my mind to worry 'bout women (Boy)

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

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

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
a fool
Look how I'm
Hit the club with a fine brown honey

I got so many I got so many guns
I got so hundreds you got so many ones
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 rims got so many
I got so many cause they know that I'm the business

Dolla signs on my
Got ya dime Ds
Waffa five, extra Gs, 9 out the keys
'Ypnotized,
gang,
Busta
I ain't
shine
I'mma
it's time

Extra lamb like a
Wrap 'em a egg roll
Beat up out the
'em to the octos
Fully auto
Shawty bout that good
Fuck around next be sleepin with a sting ray
ribbon ribbon figa feeds yas to the lizard
Can chop you up chicken liver
ya [?] I feed it to ya
Gucci Mane so icy
Don't that sound to ya
Wish ya would fly cause fuck around around with (so icy)

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

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

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

Boy I get so hate
'Cause I'm doing
Pocket of cake
Poppa play
Man her weight
the boy J
Diamonds in my
You boys fake
What's the dealie
You is silly
Weezy milli
Your problems wanna