Luyện nghe bài hát Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh! Ooh!
You bitch! (you bitch!)
I told yo' ass shit won't gone last forever
Ooh! Ooh!
All fuckin gimmicks and bite motherfuckers
You bitch!
Then i'm slappin into 2000 (yes)
Pistol whippin and niggas (yes)
my thugs at? where my real bitches at? (what)
where my real killer at? (what)
one

scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad thats breakin niggas for cheese
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what what, for all my niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what, for all my thug niggas and killers who G's
me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my niggas makin they
smashin police with 20's on V
remy and squeeze
stack of G's
niggas hustle chicken keep pluckin
i'm thuggin, ragin' model, money and weed fuckin
cos ain't no dressin them
i'm up in lovin them
your ho
when i come i'll have your bitch suckin my toes
get fucked in a drawed out on VT
i'm that nigga thats righteous on the couch
with the mouth (bling)
rockin shit tryna show out
never soldout i was suited from open to makin the apollo shout
that nigga thugged out
i'm from the city of dope where every has a drughouse
and a weed full of playas
you can me at yo' local LA vodago
coppin an ounce of
smokin on the paper chase (yes, yes)
rocks like major waste (yes, yes)
ridin a 99 right through your waist ~ ~ what

my niggas
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches that breakin niggas for
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that to make cheese
niggas
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads who scared to get on their knees
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who G's
me
Ooh! Ooh!

for my niggas who rock a on your wrist daily
my hit be 106 ready
like who knew shits heavy, get ready
for the comin up that niggas summoned ~ by God
got niggas poppin out they and runnin
take off that fuckin chain and
get done in
i'm lettin off that whole magazine on who want it
got niggas like the hun'ert
hide in they 2000 hun'erts
you pray to God i'm sluggin
for 4, 5
got niggas out they car leavin them broads just runnin
pimp niggas hide woman
i'm y'all
i have 'em in the like the terror squad
menage a always share a broad with a broad
this the mob best at
tv's in the car
three cars can run niggas hard
to all my bitches niggas at the bars
strippin, swingin from poles to get

scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad thats breakin niggas for cheese
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that to make cheese
niggas
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug and killers who take G's
me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my niggas and killers
niggas
pistol and take his glitter
fuck them niggas
and bitches makin figures datin
Cristasian dinners pay forget it they know how to a nigga
i got killers on the roll+ plannin to hit me
Fedderchini take a nigga to pull like Wako
if i say so cos i make mo' the average Joe
I a platinum row (bling)
you rock a fake ol'
got everything in the ro'
except flows fatal
givin it to who softer than play-doh
make no
false moves who you talk to
spark you, off you
make the cops white you
niggas talkin shit Yuk is gone cost you
your fuckin head, your arms, legs, i'm cuttin off your balls too
this is for all you bad bitches gettin
sittin nickin E's, hittin weed

scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats niggas for cheese
bitches
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make
niggas
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken who ain't scared to get on their knees
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my niggas and killers who take G's
me
Ooh! Ooh!
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