Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) at his kicks (Boy)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or man standin
Hit me when you wanna get in, I'll 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 that
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 with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm 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 up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble bail 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 get his (Boy) he got love 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) the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your 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, no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos poppin 'em
slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

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