Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

1: Cam'ron]
All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
at this 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 companion or your man
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of mobsters for lobsters
Cops and listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you 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 herself Cam dig it out her up
Ma it's just a fuck get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

[Verse 2: Santana]
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 call his (Boy) he weezin he 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 bail money, shit
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) my nigga (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)
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
Eight or on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
Matter fact guroos start 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) 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 they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

Until that man is vanished in the Grand Canyon
These kids are standin
niggas demand randsome over them scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm south tannin
I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me but now my body your feelin like fanicky
and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and with them holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....