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 sober then after it's over
Killa, I'm not your or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
That's right with lot's of shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped
Mink on maury kicks chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin with Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a girl 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 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)
niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble need money, shit
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I fuck for my (Boy) 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 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)
the cops 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) holla at boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Guru start poppin 'em
Then 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 bandanas glammers we brandish
Blam at man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
kids are grand standin
Niggas demand ransoms them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm south tannin
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 doe and fill with them hollow's, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....