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)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no 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 in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you 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 herself Cam dig it out her up
Ma it's just a girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns bandanas
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas can't fuck the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need bail money,
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust 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 with 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 this is for the cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matter fact start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) 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: Juelz
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until that man is vanished away in the Canyon
kids are grand standin
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
I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for
We got what you chill it and fill with them holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....