Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

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 mami I'm no good, I'm so
Clap at your soldiers sober then after it's over
Killa, I'm not your or your man standin
Hit me you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
right with lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is (Blocka!!!)
But she the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on kicks plus chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin with herself Cam dig it out her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

2: Juelz 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 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 was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble need money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got for my (Boy)
That's why I for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon come get his (Boy) he got 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 block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
When the come......squallin!!!!
Yeah this is for the cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matterfact start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
kids are grand standin
Niggas demand over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south
Mami I got the remedy I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body's like finicky
Killa and Coppa we in Morocco for reela
We got doe doe and fill with them hollow's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....