Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you knew we was coming
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
Murray gon' 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, so don't get cute
I come through in the coupe the chopped off roof
Humiliate you then blast you in birthday suit

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

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

And the time has and your shit is sour
You need to turn your up an hour
Give you a permanent lean, like the Tower
a hoes that will 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 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 machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

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

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

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

I rock an archaeologist
a picture like 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 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 I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
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 Murray gon' you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

And you in line motherfucker like 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 like achoo

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

With this mic I'm handy, flows be
It's a full moon and hoes wanna like Brandy
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 and I still rep the hood
Still tee'ing off for a long green Tiger Woods
I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know it's hot
So ya'll go up in the vocal box

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

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