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)
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 it's over
Killa, I'm not your or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get in, I'll be scramblin
That's right with of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus 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 just a fuck 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 can't fuck with 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 niggas bitchin (Boy) he's (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 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)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
When the come......squallin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact start poppin '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 when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze (Oh Boy)
and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram 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 Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me but now my body's feelin like finicky
Killa and we chill in Morocco 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....