Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

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

I come on mud holes in tracks like Timbaland
The and the booth, niggas so don't get cute
I come through in the coupe 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 street team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda Gotti

How in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like 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 shit is sour
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 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 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 talking write the check
And if you in the house protect your neck
I'm 'Mister see you 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 prevent to lose and the win
Like birds are to fly and fish made to swim

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

I like an archaeologist
Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform a dramatist
I'm fabulously wicked,
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 it, when I put it on record
say, "Oh, my goodness"

And my folks if you me where you at? Yes sir
If you what I'm doing holla back, talk to me
And when I step on the scene, a lean 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 make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gon' 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 like
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, be dandy
It's a full moon and wanna fuck like Brandy
Yeah, I've been hated on, you 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 green like Tiger Woods
I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll when 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 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 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 Murray make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

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

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