Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
I don't 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 I know

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

Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the then 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 these niggas run up on me,
You niggas better not roll nanks
Broke talking 'bout yay,
I really got Royce stamps
act hard all on the net
When that gun blast you better run
Got my first check and like Lee,
I did the thing I gave my mum half

I can smoke for your whole ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
bros, I got no fucking friends
Cos I trust 'em, no fucking chance
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 of females
Big bump oh let me test my luck
This is a one,
it's S, this is some gorgeous bud
She a naughty one,
She said S a rebel
She S you don't give two fucks, ok ok my love
Now suck me off, let me spark my
They start soft your dox in the
Two long ones get a big boy
Ayy
I think I know they want, I think I know
I the AM pack and put it to their nose

I know 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 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
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

I don't know what you want, I know
I just be trapping and jugging, I just be trapping and
Broke niggas can't do me nuun, broke niggas tell me nuun
And I can't be in public and I just think I blew your budget
I don't father too many, imma me up a henny
Oh my, oh my
coming, stash the readies
Say you got racks, don't 'em
You niggas ain't act I need 'em
I had to up with Nina
Dis a banger for speaker

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