Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

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

[Verse 1:
All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good, I'm so hood
at your 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
That's right with of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped
Mink on maury kicks chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Santana]
niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble need bail money,
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got for my (Boy)
That's why I fuck for my (Boy) that's my (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)
the cops come......squallin!!!!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact Guru start 'em
slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

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