Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you knew we was back
But you know 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 Murray make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

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

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

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

And the time has come and your shit is
You need to turn your up an hour
Give you a permanent lean, like the Pisa
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 holla 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 see you anywhere it's gon' be a showdown'
So ya'll have lyrics when I come 'round

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

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

I rock an archaeologist
Draw a picture like a 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 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 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 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 motherfucker like them people in court
So when I see you I'm a pop your top a cork
I pack flow like ammo, like camels
Come through and bless your whole crew like

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

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

And I'm in the hood and I still rep the hood
Still tee'ing off for a green like 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 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 I'm doing 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 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 going down, you who that is
That's Murray in your ass
Nigga like a

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