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 good I'm so
Clap at your soldiers sober leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or your man
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, 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 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
want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

niggas 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 wheezin' he 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 listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa,
I'm in trouble need bail money,
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

When he got caught with the (Boy) we to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come, Squalie!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's,
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
holla listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) the R-O-C (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru start 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap 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) squeeze 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)

Until that man is
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
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 body your feelin'
Killa and we chill in Morocco for reela
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)