Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

1: Cam'ron]
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 good I'm so
at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
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 kicks 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 a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Santana]
niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) 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 buck for my (Boy) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
When he got caught the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or 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 moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
Matter guroos start 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: Juelz
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

Until that man is away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are standin
niggas demand randsome them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm south tannin
Mami I got the Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me but now my body your feelin like fanicky
Killa and we chill 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....