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 think I

I can smoke for your whole fucking
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, when I'm 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 block I flood it
New watch looking flooded, watching all gutted
Look at all this on my clothes,
I ain't got for them hoes
Looking it snowed in the kitche
I spent all by the stove
Heard these niggas run up on me,
You niggas not roll with nanks
Broke rappers talking yay,
I got Rolls Royce stamps
act hard all on the net
When that gun blast you run fast
Got my first and like Spike Lee,
I did the right I gave my mum half

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, when I'm 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 let me test my luck
This is a one,
it's S, this is some gorgeous 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 spark my
They soft your dox in the morning
Two ones get a big boy touched
Ayy
I think I know what want, I think I know
I buss the AM and put it to their nose

I don't know what want, I don't know
In the with 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 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, getting whoop, from your
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 trapping and
Broke niggas can't do me nuun, broke niggas 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
Feds coming, stash the
Say you got racks, believe 'em
You ain't act like I need 'em
I had to up with Nina
Dis a banger for your

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

I can smoke for whole fucking ends
On the low, got the in the Benz
bros, I got no fucking friends
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
the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together