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 I'm so hood
Clap at soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or man stand-in
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
With of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen every is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you that?
Mink on, Mauri kicks Chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma just a fuck 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 the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin' he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
This nigga's (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If was listenin' (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' come get his (Boy) he got 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 with my (Boy) with 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 on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa holla
the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (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, Guru start 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

Until that man is
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are standin'
demand 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 south (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my your feelin' finicky
and Capo we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and with them hollows, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)