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)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so
Clap at soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not companion or your man standin
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters 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 plus 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 fuck girl get it out on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm 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 bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble 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 get his (Boy) he got love 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 with my (Boy) with the Roc (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, it's the (Boy)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got 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: Juelz
Now when see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we brandish
Blam at your man's canvas scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over grands scramblin (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 feelin fanicky
Killa and Coppa we in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with holla's, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....