Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

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

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

Y'all mathematicians split the tab
Bitch you you shouldn't ate the crab
Louis but you kept the tag
you know you finna take it back
Tit for tat you get the bag
You know pussy fat, you know waist
I'm in the quarter mill with the 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 with no cutlery
Pardon me, i'm too
I want them tickets, ain't talking
Santortini i switch 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 wrist
Oh My God, hurt yo feelings

Oh My God
bitch ever!