Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

Intro:
blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) at his kicks (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good, I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
That's right lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I bop you peeped that
Mink on maury plus chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (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)
This bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in need bail money, shit
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
why I fuck 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 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......squallin!!!!
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, the D-I-P (Boy)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
Matterfact start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

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