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 mami I'm no good I'm so
Clap at your soldiers sober leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not companion, or your man stand-in
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, be scramblin
With lots of mobsters, shop for
Cops and robbers, listen every block is (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I bop, you peeped that?
Mink on, Mauri kicks plus ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out her up
Ma it's just a girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana with with bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
Get him, call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in trouble need bail money,
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck my (Boy) that's my nigga (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 went to 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
Killa holla
It's the D-I-P (Boy) the R-O-C (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 gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (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 we don't brandish
Blam at your canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

Until man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon kids are grand standin'
Niggas ransom over them grams scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll 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 your finicky
Killa and Capo we in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and with them hollows, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)