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 I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after over
Killa, I'm not companion, or your 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 block is (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I bop, you peeped that?
Mink on, Mauri kicks plus ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin' 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 guns with
Listen to my homeboy

niggas can't 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)
Damn shut up (Boy) snitchin' (Oh Boy)
nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in trouble bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I with 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 the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (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, eighteenth at the 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, of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the 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 then scram with man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

that man is vanished
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, Cam'll blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm south tannin (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the remedy I bet the enemy
Hire me but now my body your feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with hollows, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)