Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
I don't what they want, I don't know
In the with my Gs, in the cold
We you the ting, in the snow
I think I know what 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 don't trust 'em, no fucking
a move, when I'm juice oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the block then I it
New looking flooded, paigons watching all gutted
Look at all this on my clothes,
I got time for them hoes
Looking it snowed in the kitche
I all night by the stove
Heard niggas wanna run up on me,
You niggas 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 check and like Lee,
I did the right thing I gave my mum

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 '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
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are

She the of females
Big oh gosh let me test my luck
This is a one,
Baby it's S, is some gorgeous bud
She a real one,
She said S you're a
She said S you don't two fucks, ok ok my love
Now suck me off, let me my skud
They start soft your dox in the
Two ones get a big boy touched
Ayy
I think I know what they want, I think I
I the AM pack and put it to their nose

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

I can smoke for your fucking ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
bros, I got no fucking 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
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

I know what you want, I don't know
I just be 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 I blew your budget
I don't father too many, pull me up a henny
Oh my, oh my
Feds coming, the readies
Say you got racks, believe 'em
You niggas act like I need 'em
I had to up with Nina
Dis a banger for speaker

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 I know 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 fucking
Cos I don't 'em, no fucking 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