Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh My God, this different
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might hurt yo

Oh My God
bitch ever!