Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

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

1: Cam'ron]
All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good, I'm so hood
at your soldiers sober then 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 shop for
Cops and robbers listen every block is (Blocka!!!)
But she the way I diddy bop you peeped 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
wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (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) twistin (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 for my (Boy) that's 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 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)
When the come......squallin!!!!
this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the (Boy)
the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (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 glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until that man is vanished away in the Canyon
These kids are standin
Niggas demand ransoms them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm south tannin
I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body's feelin like
Killa and we chill in Morocco for reela
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....