Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

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

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (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 over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
That's right lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you that
on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin with herself Cam dig it out her up
Ma just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (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 was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble need bail money,
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:
he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the with my (Boy) with 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 R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got of 'em
Matterfact Guru start 'em
slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 4: Santana]
Now when see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas we don't brandish
at your 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 over 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 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 chinchilla doe and fill with hollow's, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....