Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
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 know what they want, I think I

I can smoke for your whole fucking
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, whoop, from 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
at all this white on my clothes,
I ain't got for them hoes
Looking it snowed in the kitche
I spent all by the stove
Heard niggas wanna run up on me,
You niggas better not with nanks
Broke rappers 'bout yay,
I really got 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 I gave my mum half

I can smoke for your fucking ends
On the low, got the woah in the
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I don't trust 'em, no fucking
Buss a move, when I'm 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 sweetest of
Big bump oh gosh let me my luck
This is a one,
it's S, this is some gorgeous bud
She a naughty one,
She said S a rebel
She said S you give two fucks, ok ok my love
Now suck me off, let me my skud
start soft your dox in the morning
Two long get a big boy touched
Ayy
I I know what they want, I think I know
I buss the AM pack and put it to their

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

I can smoke for your whole fucking
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

I don't know you want, I don't know
I just be and jugging, I just be trapping and jugging
Broke niggas can't do me nuun, 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, pull me up a henny
Oh my, oh my
Feds coming, stash the
Say you got racks, believe 'em
You niggas ain't act like I '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 you the ting, in the snow
I I know what they want, I think 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
a move, when 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