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 I'm so hood
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 rammed in, I'll be
With of mobsters, shop for lobsters
and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she the way I diddy bop, you peeped 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 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 guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm 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)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) twistin' (Oh Boy)
If was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in need bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my (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) the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come, Squalie!
Yeah this is for the 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) plus the (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em, we got a lot of 'em
Shit, of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (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 squeeze (Oh Boy)
Canons and blammers we don't brandish
at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

Until man is vanished
Away in the Grand these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand ransom over them scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm south 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 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)