Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He ain't got a chance with a bitch me
He rich enough, rich enough (No)
need 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 enough, thick enough
Weave so 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, hurt yo feelings

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

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

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

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

Oh My God
bitch ever!