Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (Boy) at his kicks (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after over
Killa, I'm not your or your man standin
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped
Mink on maury kicks chanel ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin herself 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 with guns with
Listen to my Santana

2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he weezin he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn 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 need bail 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 with the (Boy) we to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 4: Juelz
Now when see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
and bandanas glammers 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 Grand
These kids are grand
demand 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 your feelin fanicky
Killa and Coppa we 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....