Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

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

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas can't with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (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)
niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (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 for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) 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 we got alot of 'em
fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

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