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

[Verse 2: Santana]
Y'all niggas can't 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 bitchin (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in need bail money, shit
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 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 nine on the (Boy) at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact Guru start '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: Juelz
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't
at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

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