Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) at his kicks (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good I'm so hood
at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of mobsters for lobsters
and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped
Mink on maury kicks chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin with Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with
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 his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) snitchin (Oh Boy)
niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need money, shit
Where the 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 with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (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
fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over them grands (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 but now my body your feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in 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....