Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yeah, I hear you motherfucker write the check
And if you in the house then protect neck
I'm 'Mister see you anywhere gon' be a showdown'
So ya'll better have lyrics when I come

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

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

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

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come through and the spot, yeah man
And my is the record, so check 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 step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

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

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

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

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

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

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come and blast 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 back, talk to me
And I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

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

Yo, up this is DJ Already Dead
This down, you know who that is
That's Keith Murray in ass
like a hemorrhoid

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