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 sober then leave after over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or your man
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 the way I diddy bop, you peeped that?
Mink on, Mauri kicks 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 want the boy, with guns with bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

Y'all niggas fuck with 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)
shut 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 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 with the (Boy) we went 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)
the cops 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) at your boy
Killa holla
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the (Boy)
You'll be (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, start poppin' '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 they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

Until that man is
in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand ransom over them scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south (Oh Boy)
I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my your feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo we 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)