Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

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

I come on stomping mud holes in tracks Timbaland
The producer and the booth, niggas so get cute
I come through in the coupe with the chopped off
Humiliate you then blast you in your suit

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

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

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

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

And my folks if you me where 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"

And yeah, I you talking motherfucker write the check
And if you in the house then 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 since God knows when
Some niggas tried to front but gots no win
Taught how to to lose and handle the win
Like are made to fly and fish made to swim

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

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

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
through 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 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 gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my
Keith gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

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

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

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

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

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come through and the spot, yeah 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 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
Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gon' you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

Yo, what up this is DJ Dead
This going down, you know who is
That's Murray in your ass
Nigga a hemorrhoid

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