Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

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

I can smoke for whole 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, 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 scale out the cupboard, hit the block I flood it
New watch looking flooded, paigons watching all
at all this white on my clothes,
I got time for them hoes
Looking it snowed in the kitche
I spent all by the stove
these niggas wanna run up on me,
You better not roll with nanks
Broke rappers 'bout yay,
I really got Rolls stamps
act hard all on the net
When that gun you better run fast
Got my first and like Spike Lee,
I did the thing 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 fucking
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

She the sweetest of
Big bump oh gosh let me test my
This is a one,
Baby it's S, this is some bud
She a naughty one,
She S you're a rebel
She S you don't 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 think I what they want, I think I know
I the AM pack 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 you the ting, in the snow
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
bros, I got no fucking friends
Cos I don't trust 'em, no fucking
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

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 even be in public and I think I blew your budget
I don't father too many, imma pull me up a
Oh my, oh my
Feds coming, the readies
Say you got racks, believe 'em
You ain't act like I need 'em
I had to link up Nina
Dis a for your speaker

I don't know what they want, I know
In the cold with my Gs, in the
We you the ting, in the snow
I think I know what want, I think 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 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
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together