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, it's be a problem ya'll
Yeah, uh huh, Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad
Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gonna you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

I come on mud holes 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 then you in your birthday suit

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

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

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

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 back, talk to me
And when I step on the scene, a lean mean machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

And yeah, I hear you talking 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 I come 'round

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

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

I like 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
through and blast 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 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"

Keith Murray gon' 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 gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

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

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

With this mic I'm handy, flows be
It's a moon and hoes wanna fuck like Brandy
Yeah, I've hated on, you probably heard 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 go back up in the vocal box

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 folks if you with me, you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm holla back, talk 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 gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

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

It's going down, all you young ass
Understand this are classics
I don't care how much money you give to the station
You ain't gonna be this hot, oh, my goodness