Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
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 what they want, I I know

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, I'm juice 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 looking flooded, watching all gutted
at all this white on my clothes,
I ain't got for them hoes
like it snowed in the kitche
I all night by the stove
Heard niggas wanna run up on me,
You better not roll with nanks
rappers talking 'bout yay,
I got Rolls Royce stamps
Niggas act all on the net
When that gun blast you run fast
Got my first check and Spike Lee,
I did the right I gave my mum half

I can smoke for your whole fucking
On the low, got the woah in the
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 your
She was yours, but she loose, now she
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are

She the of females
Big bump oh gosh let me my luck
is a gorgeous one,
Baby it's S, this is some bud
She a real one,
She S you're a rebel
She said S you don't two fucks, ok ok my love
Now suck me off, let me spark my
start soft 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 know what they 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 for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the woah in the
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I trust '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 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 can't do me nuun, broke niggas can't tell me
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, stash the
Say you got racks, don't 'em
You niggas ain't act like I 'em
I had to link up with
Dis a for your speaker

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

I can smoke for your fucking 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, 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