Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He ain't got a chance with a like me
He rich enough, rich enough (No)
need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, up
Y'all little hoes sit by the pool
You thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the so wet
eat it up eat it up

(x2)
Oh My God, this different
Oh My God, slippers
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, hurt yo feelings

What's the between me and you? (Who?)
1200 dollars shoes (Ooh!)
I know the facts make you feel a way
Took years off and i'm still paid (Uh huh!)
What's the difference between and mine
Credit cards that don't decline (No bitch!)
It's overpriced but I still don't
I spent dollars on a glass of wine

mathematicians tryna split the tab
Bitch you know you shouldn't ate the
purse but you kept the tag
Bitch you know you finna take it
Tit for tat you get the bag
You know fat, you know waist snatched
I'm in the quarter with the ceiling cracked
Why you in your
I feeling that (Naah!)

Ain't no fucking thing you could me
If he hit it then you know he won the
keep him if he eating with no cutlery
Pardon me, i'm too
I them tickets, ain't talking citations
then i switch up locations
Got no further fucks, so don't ask for (Woo!)
get your bag up
Talk [???]

Oh My God, shit different
Oh My God, slippers
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might yo feelings

Oh My God
bitch ever!