Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Boy

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

All the girls see the (Boy) at his kicks (Boy)
at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or man stand-in
Hit me you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, every block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I bop, you peeped that?
Mink on, Mauri plus Chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin' herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a girl get it out pick on up
want 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 wheezin' he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This bitchin (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa,
I'm in trouble bail money, shit
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck with my (Boy) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon' come get his (Boy) he got for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

When he got with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the block my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come, Squalie!
this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
Killa listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) the R-O-C (Boy)
be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em
slap up his (Boy) clap 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 see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas blammers we brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

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