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 then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or your man
Hit me when you wanna get in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you that?
on, Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck get it out pick on up
They the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

Y'all niggas fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
Get him, his (Boy) he wheezin' he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa,
I'm in need bail money, shit
Where the 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 to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come, Squalie!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
holla listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) the R-O-C (Boy)
You'll be (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 that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and blammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon these are grand standin'
demand ransom over them grams scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the
me somebody but now my body your feelin' finicky
Killa and 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)