Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (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 it's
Killa, I'm not your or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of shop for lobsters
and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you that
on maury kicks 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 just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
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 weezin he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
shut 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 need money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got for my (Boy)
why I buck 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:
When he got caught the (Boy) we went 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 cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos start '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: Juelz
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas we don't brandish
Blam at man's canvas then 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 randsome over 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 Tommy's 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 though and fill with holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....