Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[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 or your man standin
Hit me you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is (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 playin with Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy with guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas 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)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got 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 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) with the Roc (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
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)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matter guroos start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 4: Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we 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 grand
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 south tannin
Mami I got the remedy I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your like fanicky
and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you it though and fill with them holla's, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....