Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My

Yeah yeah
I don't know what they want, I know
In the with my Gs, in the cold
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 woah in the
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I don't 'em, no fucking chance
Buss a move, I'm juice oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from 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 looking flooded, paigons watching all gutted
at all this white on my clothes,
I ain't got time for hoes
Looking it snowed in the kitche
I all night by the stove
Heard niggas wanna run up on me,
You niggas not roll with nanks
rappers talking 'bout yay,
I got Rolls Royce stamps
Niggas act all on the net
that gun blast you better run fast
Got my first and like 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 chance
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

She the sweetest of
Big bump oh gosh let me my luck
This is a one,
Baby S, this is some gorgeous bud
She a naughty one,
She said S a rebel
She said S you give two fucks, ok ok my love
Now suck me off, let me my skud
They start soft dox in the morning
Two long ones get a big boy
Ayy
I I know what they want, I think I know
I buss the AM and put it to their nose

I don't what they want, I don't know
In the cold with my Gs, in the
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 woah in the
Only bros, I got no friends
Cos I don't '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

I don't know you want, I don't know
I just be trapping and jugging, I just be and jugging
Broke can't do me nuun, broke niggas can't tell me nuun
And I can't even be in public and I just think I your budget
I don't father too many, pull 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 link up Nina
Dis a for your speaker

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

I can for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
Only bros, I got no 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
From the to the roof, all my Gs are together