Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He ain't got a with a bitch like me
He ain't rich enough, enough (No)
Calls need to stop he ain't calling the guap
I ain't up, picking up
Y'all little can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, 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 vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo

What's the difference between me and (Who?)
dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh!)
I know the facts will make you a way
Took 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 but I still don't mind
I spent 1000 dollars on a glass of

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

Ain't no fucking thing you offer me
If he hit it you know he won the lottery
keep him if he eating with no cutlery
Pardon me, i'm too
I want tickets, ain't talking citations
then i switch up locations
Got no fucks, so don't ask for donations (Woo!)
Better get bag up
Talk shit

Oh My God, this shit
Oh My God, slippers
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might hurt yo

Oh My God
bitch ever!