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 I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or your man
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lots of mobsters, for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen every block is (BLAKA!)
But she the way I diddy 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 just a fuck girl get it out on up
They want the boy, Montana guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

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)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) twistin' (Oh Boy)
If was listenin' (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 buck 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 with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
the cops come, Squalie!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
Killa holla
It's the (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy)
You'll be (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru start 'em
slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas blammers we don't
Blam at your man's then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

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