Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Boy

Just Blaze! (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh,

All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no I'm so hood
Clap at your sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or your man
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen every block is (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I bop, you peeped that?
on, Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin' herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

Y'all niggas can't fuck the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him, call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in need bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my (Oh Boy)
He gon' get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

When he got caught with the (Boy) we to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
the cops come, Squalie!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's,
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or on the (Boy) holla at your boy
holla listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru start 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas blammers we don't
Blam at your man's canvas then scram your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until that man is
Away in the Grand these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand ransom over them grams (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down tannin (Oh Boy)
I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for
We got doe doe and fill with them hollows, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)