Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He ain't got a chance with a like me
He ain't rich enough, rich (No)
Calls need to stop he ain't '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, this different
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo

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

Y'all mathematicians tryna the tab
Bitch you know you ate the crab
Louis purse but you the tag
Bitch you know you take it back
Tit for tat you get the bag
You know fat, you know waist snatched
I'm in the quarter mill the ceiling cracked
Why you in your
I ain't feeling (Naah!)

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

Oh My God, shit different
Oh My God, slippers
Oh My God, my vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo

Oh My God
bitch ever!