Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

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

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (Boy)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good, I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
That's right with lot's of mobsters for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you that
Mink on 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 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]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I fuck for my (Boy) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to 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 cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
Matterfact Guru start 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the 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 squeeze (Oh Boy)
Canons and glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's
And I'm back my (Boy)

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