Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you knew we was back
But you ain't know we was coming back this
C'mon, it's gon' be a ya'll
Yeah, uh huh, Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad
Keith Murray gon' you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gonna you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like
The and the booth, niggas so don't get cute
I come through in the coupe with the chopped off
Humiliate you then blast you in birthday suit

You a small side of apple cider
I'm a three in a cot dungeon rider
My street team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda like

How about in back of the yellow cab Seinfeld
Chew you like neck clams on half shells
I got a hypochondriac that get real ill
Get nauseous to the beat, I spit at will

And the has come and your shit is sour
You to turn your flow up an hour
Give you a permanent lean, the Pisa Tower
With a that will wet you down like a cold shower

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come through and the spot, yeah man
And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on
say, "Oh, my goodness"

And my if you with me where you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm doing holla back, to me
And I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker the check
And if you in the then protect your neck
I'm see you anywhere it's gon' be a showdown'
So ya'll better have when I come 'round

Cause I ain't lost a battle God knows when
Some tried to front but they gots no win
Taught how to prevent to and handle the win
Like birds are to fly and fish made to swim

Wait a minute, homie you don't know me, homie
take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat
With my appearance and my world wide clearance
I am treacherous, inferior, impermanent,

I rock an archaeologist
Draw a picture like a forensic artist, like a dramatist
I'm fabulously wicked,
Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come through and blast the spot, man
And my name is the record, so check it, I put it on record
say, "Oh, my goodness"

And my folks if you with me you at? Yes sir
If you love I'm doing holla back, talk to me
And I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

Keith gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Def Squad gon' you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my
Keith Murray make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

And you in line motherfucker like them people in
So I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork
I pack flow like ammo, spit camels
Come through and bless your whole like achoo

But some wanna holla, pop they collar
Fucking with me like I run a parlor
Linguist, lyricist out for like Estrada
Bilingual emcees even even couldn't do me nada

With this mic I'm handy, flows be
It's a full and hoes wanna fuck like Brandy
Yeah, I've been hated on, you probably it
And I kicked their little ass but them deserved it

And I'm in the hood and I still rep the hood
Still tee'ing off for a long green like Tiger
I ain't even gotta say it, know when it's hot
So ya'll go back up in the box

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come through and the spot, yeah man
And my name is the record, so it, when I put it on record
say, "Oh, my goodness"

And my folks if you with me, you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm doing holla back, to me
And when I on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, oh, my
Keith Murray gon' you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gon' you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

Yo, what up is DJ Already Dead
This down, you know who that is
That's Keith in your ass
Nigga a hemorrhoid

It's going down, all you ass niggas
Understand this are classics
I care how much money you give to the radio station
You ain't never be this hot, oh, my goodness