Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (Boy)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
With lot's of mobsters for lobsters
and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I bop you peeped that
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 get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Santana]
Y'all can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
This niggas (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my (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 to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
Matter fact start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
up his (Boy) get them gats (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) they say (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze (Oh Boy)
Canons and glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

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