Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
I don't know what they want, I don't
In the cold with my Gs, in the
We you the ting, in the snow
I think I know what they want, I think I

I can smoke for whole fucking ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking
Cos I don't trust 'em, no chance
a move, when I'm juice oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, your wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are

Take the out the cupboard, hit the block then I flood it
New watch looking flooded, paigons all gutted
Look at all white on my clothes,
I got time for them hoes
like it snowed in the kitche
I spent all by the stove
Heard these niggas run up on me,
You better not roll with nanks
Broke talking 'bout yay,
I got Rolls Royce stamps
act hard all on the net
When that gun blast you run fast
Got my first and like Spike Lee,
I did the right thing I gave my mum

I can smoke for whole fucking ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I don't trust 'em, no chance
a move, when I'm juice oh my
In a coupe, whoop, from your wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she
From the to the roof, all my Gs are together

She the sweetest of
Big bump oh gosh let me test my
is a gorgeous one,
Baby it's S, this is some bud
She a naughty one,
She said S a rebel
She said S you don't give two fucks, ok ok my
Now suck me off, let me spark my
They soft your dox in the morning
Two long get a big boy touched
Ayy
I think I know what they want, I I know
I buss the AM pack and put it to nose

I don't know they want, I don't know
In the with my Gs, in the cold
We supplying you the ting, in the
I think I what they want, I think I know

I can for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I don't 'em, no fucking chance
a move, when I'm juice oh my
In a coupe, whoop, from your wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

I don't what you want, I don't know
I be trapping and jugging, I just be trapping and jugging
Broke niggas do me nuun, broke niggas can't tell me nuun
And I can't even be in public and I just think I blew budget
I don't father too many, imma me up a henny
Oh my, oh my
Feds coming, the readies
Say you got racks, believe 'em
You ain't act like I need 'em
I had to link up with
Dis a banger for your

I know what they want, I don't know
In the with my Gs, in the cold
We supplying you the ting, in the
I think I what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
bros, I got no fucking friends
Cos I don't trust 'em, no chance
Buss a move, I'm juice oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are