Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He ain't got a chance with a like me
He ain't rich enough, enough (No)
Calls need to he ain't calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, up
Y'all little 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, slippers
Oh My God, my vicious
Oh My God, hurt yo feelings

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

Y'all mathematicians split the tab
Bitch you you shouldn't ate the crab
Louis purse but you 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 mill with the ceiling
Why you in feelings?
I ain't that (Naah!)

Ain't no fucking thing you could 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 want them tickets, ain't talking
Santortini then i switch up
Got no further fucks, so don't ask for (Woo!)
get your bag up
Talk [???]

Oh My God, shit different
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my vicious
Oh My God, might yo feelings

Oh My God
Biggest ever!