Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He ain't got a with a bitch like me
He rich enough, rich enough (No)
Calls need to stop he ain't calling the guap
I ain't up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the
You ain't thick enough, thick
so long and the pussy 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, might hurt yo

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

Y'all mathematicians tryna the tab
you know you shouldn't ate the crab
Louis but you kept the tag
Bitch you know you 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 feeling that (Naah!)

no fucking thing you could 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 them tickets, ain't talking citations
then i switch 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 vicious
Oh My God, might yo feelings

Oh My God
Biggest ever!