Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

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

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

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

Ain't no fucking thing you could me
If he hit it then you know he won the
Imma keep him if he eating no cutlery
me, i'm too audacious
I want them tickets, ain't talking
Santortini then i up locations
Got no further fucks, so don't ask for (Woo!)
get your 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!