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)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so
Clap at your soldiers sober then after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or man standin
Hit me you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of shop for lobsters
Cops and listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on kicks 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 fuck get it out pick on up
They the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas can't with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) snitchin (Oh Boy)
This bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need bail money,
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
why I buck for my (Boy) that's 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 with the (Boy) we went to for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) 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 they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we brandish
Blam at your man's then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand
niggas 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 south tannin
Mami I got the Tommy's I bet the enemy
me somebody but now my body your feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for
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....