Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
I don't know what 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 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 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
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

Take the out the cupboard, hit the block then I flood it
New watch looking flooded, paigons watching all
at all this white on my clothes,
I ain't got time for hoes
like it snowed in the kitche
I all night by the stove
Heard these wanna run up on me,
You better not roll with nanks
Broke rappers 'bout yay,
I got Rolls Royce stamps
Niggas act all on the net
When that gun blast you better run
Got my check 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 don't trust 'em, no fucking
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

She the sweetest of
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 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 buss the AM pack and put it to their

I know 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 know what they want, I think I

I can smoke for your whole ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking
Cos I don't 'em, no fucking chance
a move, when I'm juice 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 know what you want, I don't know
I just be trapping and jugging, I be trapping and jugging
Broke niggas can't do me nuun, broke can't tell me nuun
And I can't even be in public and I just think I blew your
I don't father too many, pull me up a henny
Oh my, oh my
Feds coming, stash the
Say you got racks, don't 'em
You ain't act like I need 'em
I had to link up with
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 think I what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole ends
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 to the roof, all my Gs are together