Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

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

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

Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the block I flood it
New looking flooded, paigons watching all gutted
at all this white on my clothes,
I ain't got time for hoes
like it snowed in the kitche
I spent all by the stove
Heard these wanna run up on me,
You niggas better not roll 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 like Lee,
I did the right I gave my mum half

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 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 bump oh gosh let me test my
is a gorgeous one,
Baby it's S, is some gorgeous bud
She a naughty 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 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 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 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 don't 'em, no fucking chance
Buss a move, when I'm oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she
From the to the roof, all my Gs are together

I don't know you want, I don't know
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 even be in public and I just I blew your budget
I don't father too many, imma me up a henny
Oh my, oh my
Feds coming, stash the
Say you got racks, don't 'em
You niggas ain't act I need 'em
I had to link up with
Dis a banger for your

I don't know what they want, I don't
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
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I trust 'em, no fucking 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 to the roof, all my Gs are together