Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[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 good I'm so
Clap at your sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, be scramblin
With lot's of shop for lobsters
Cops and listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I bop you peeped that
Mink on maury plus chanel ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I 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 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 shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he 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 feds was (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) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got 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 my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

Until that man is vanished in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand
niggas demand randsome over them scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam 'em
up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the remedy I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin 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 it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....