Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

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

I can smoke for your whole fucking
On the low, got the in the Benz
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I don't 'em, no fucking chance
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

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

I can smoke for your fucking ends
On the low, got the woah in the
bros, I got no fucking friends
Cos I trust '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
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

She the sweetest of
Big oh gosh let me test my luck
This is a one,
Baby S, this is some gorgeous bud
She a real one,
She S you're a rebel
She said S you give two fucks, ok ok my love
Now me off, let me spark my skud
They start soft dox in the morning
Two long get a big boy touched
Ayy
I I know what they want, I think I know
I the AM pack and put it to their nose

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 what 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 friends
Cos I don't trust 'em, no fucking
a move, when I'm juice oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from your
She was yours, but she loose, now she
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are

I don't what you want, I don't know
I just be trapping and jugging, I be trapping and jugging
niggas can't 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 too many, imma 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 cold with my Gs, in the
We supplying you the ting, in the
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
bros, I got no fucking friends
Cos I don't trust 'em, no chance
Buss a move, when I'm oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from your
She was yours, but she loose, now she
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are