Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

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

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

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

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

And the time has come and shit is sour
You need to turn flow up an hour
Give you a lean, like the Pisa Tower
With a 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 what 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 hear you motherfucker write the check
And if you in the house protect your neck
I'm 'Mister see you anywhere gon' be a showdown'
So ya'll better have lyrics I come 'round

Cause I lost a battle since God knows when
Some tried to front but they gots no win
Taught how to to lose and handle the win
birds are made to fly and fish made to swim

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

I like 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 it, when I put it on record
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 machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

Keith gon' 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 gon' 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 top like a cork
I pack flow like ammo, spit like
through and bless your whole crew like achoo

But some still holla, pop they collar
Fucking with me like I run a parlor
Linguist, lyricist out for like 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, I've hated on, you probably heard 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 green Tiger Woods
I even gotta 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 blast the spot, 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 I'm doing holla back, talk to me
And when I step on the scene, a lean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

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

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

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