Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, be scramblin
With lot's of shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks 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 girl get it out pick on up
They the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Santana]
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 call his (Boy) he 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 feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I 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 the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the (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 fact guroos start '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 they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

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