Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

[Intro:
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh,

[Verse 1:
All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so
Clap at your soldiers then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
With lot's of shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is (Blocka!!!)
But she the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he weezin he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
This niggas (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
When he got caught with the (Boy) we to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
Matter fact start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 4: Juelz
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say (Oh Boy)
Santana's (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm south tannin
I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for
We got you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....