Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[Verse 1:
All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at 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 your man
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, 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 the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
niggas can't fuck with 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)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust 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:
he got caught with 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)
When the 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) holla at boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms 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)
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 see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't
Blam at your man's canvas scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

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