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)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then after it's over
Killa, I'm not companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get in, I'll be scramblin
lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on kicks plus chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with
Listen to my Santana

2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in need bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

[Verse 4: Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until that man is vanished away in the 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
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the
Hire me somebody but now my body feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill them holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....