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 can't sit by the
You thick enough, thick enough
so long and the pussy so wet
eat it up eat it up

(x2)
Oh My God, this shit
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might hurt yo

What's the between me and you? (Who?)
dollars 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 yours and mine
Credit cards that just decline (No bitch!)
It's but I still don't mind
I spent 1000 on a glass of wine

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

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

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

Oh My God
Biggest ever!