Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Boy

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

All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (Boy)
at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good 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 you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lots of mobsters, shop for
Cops and robbers, listen every is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I bop, you peeped that?
Mink on, Mauri kicks Chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana with with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

Y'all niggas can't 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) he's (Oh Boy)
This bitchin (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa,
I'm in trouble bail money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck with my (Boy) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon' get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

When he got with 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 this is for the cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) the R-O-C (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, start 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 (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 man is vanished
in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand ransom over them grams (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the remedy I bet the enemy
me somebody but now my body your feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo we 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)