Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
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 know what they want, I think I

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

Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the block I flood it
New watch flooded, paigons watching all gutted
Look at all white on my clothes,
I ain't got time for them
like it snowed in the kitche
I spent all night by the
Heard these wanna run up on me,
You better not roll with nanks
Broke rappers 'bout yay,
I really got Royce stamps
act hard all on the net
When gun blast you better run fast
Got my check and like Spike Lee,
I did the right thing I gave my mum

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

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

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 know what they want, I I know

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

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

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

I can smoke for your fucking ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking
Cos I trust 'em, no fucking chance
a move, when 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