Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[Verse 1:
All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me when you wanna get in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I bop you peeped that
on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give 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: Santana]
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 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 was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need bail money,
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 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)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos 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)

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

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