Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He got a chance with a bitch like me
He rich enough, rich enough (No)
Calls need to stop he ain't calling 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 shit
Oh My God, slippers
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might yo feelings

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

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

no fucking thing you could offer me
If he hit it then you know he won the
Imma keep him if he eating with no
me, i'm too audacious
I want them tickets, talking citations
Santortini i switch up locations
Got no further fucks, so ask for donations (Woo!)
Better get bag up
Talk shit

Oh My God, this shit
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, hurt yo feelings

Oh My God
Biggest ever!