Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Boy

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

All the girls see the (Boy) 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 then leave it's over
Killa, I'm not companion, or your man stand-in
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
With lots of mobsters, for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you that?
Mink on, kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she with 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 bandanas
Listen to my Santana

Y'all can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
Get him, call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (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 went to for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
When the 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) at your boy
Killa listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, start poppin' 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) 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) they say (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
and bandanas blammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas scram with your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand
Niggas demand ransom over them scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll 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 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)