Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Boy

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

All the see the (Boy) look 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 get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lots of mobsters, for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen every block is (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you 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' with herself, Cam dig it out her up
Ma it's a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana with guns with
Listen to my 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 wheezin' he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in trouble need money, shit
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 to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
When the come, Squalie!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your boy
Killa listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru start 'em
Then 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 they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas blammers we don't
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 these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand over them grams scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, blam blam 'em
up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the remedy I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin'
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill them hollows, huh
It's the (Boy) I said the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)