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 man stand-in
Hit me you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I bop, you peeped that?
Mink on, Mauri plus Chanel 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 it's just a fuck get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana with guns with
Listen to my homeboy

Y'all 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 he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
If was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in trouble need money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got 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 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) with the Roc (Boy)
the cops 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
holla listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) the R-O-C (Boy)
be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru poppin' 'em
slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say (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 your man's
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until that man is
in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
Niggas ransom over them grams scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin'
Killa and Capo we chill in for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with hollows, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)