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 I'm so hood
at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me when you wanna get in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters shop for lobsters
and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she the way I diddy bop you peeped that
on maury 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 a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy with guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Santana]
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 weezin he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (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 'gone get his (Boy) he got 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 with 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) at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter guroos start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

4: Juelz Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas we don't brandish
at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

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