Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

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

(x2)
Oh My God, this different
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might yo feelings

What's the between me and you? (Who?)
1200 dollars shoes (Ooh!)
I know the will make you feel a way
Took years off and i'm still paid (Uh huh!)
What's the difference between yours and
Credit cards that don't decline (No bitch!)
It's but I still don't mind
I 1000 dollars on a glass of wine

mathematicians tryna split the tab
Bitch you know you ate the crab
Louis but you kept the tag
Bitch you know you finna take it
Tit for tat you get the bag
You know pussy fat, you know snatched
I'm in the mill with the ceiling cracked
Why you in feelings?
I ain't feeling (Naah!)

Ain't no fucking thing you offer me
If he hit it then you he won the lottery
keep him if he eating with no cutlery
Pardon me, i'm too
I want them tickets, talking citations
Santortini then i up locations
Got no further fucks, so ask for donations (Woo!)
Better get bag up
Talk shit

Oh My God, shit different
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my vicious
Oh My God, hurt yo feelings

Oh My God
bitch ever!