Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

Intro:
blaze (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)
mami I'm no good, I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers 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
That's right with lot's of mobsters for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you that
on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give 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 get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Santana]
niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he wheezin he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in need bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I fuck for my (Boy) that's my (Oh Boy)
He gon get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
When he got caught the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come......squallin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the (Boy)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

Until that man is vanished in the Grand Canyon
kids are grand standin
Niggas demand over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam 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's feelin like finicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill them hollow's, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....