Luyện nghe bài hát Ooh! Ooh!

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

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

for all my niggas makin cheese
smashin police 20's on your V
drink remy and
plenty of G's
niggas hustle chicken heads keep
i'm thuggin, model, money and weed over fuckin
cos no dressin them hoes
i'm up in them hoes
handcuffin ho
when i come through have your bitch suckin my toes
get in a rolls drawed out on VT
i'm that thats righteous sittin on the couch
with the mouth (bling)
platinum shit tryna show out
never soldout i was suited everythin from to makin the apollo shout
Yukmouth nigga thugged out
i'm from the city of where every block has a drughouse
and a weed full of playas
you can catch me at yo' local LA
coppin an ounce of
smokin playas on the paper (yes, yes)
slang rocks like major (yes, yes)
ridin a 99 right through waist ~ nigga ~ what

my niggas
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches that breakin for cheese
bitches
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin that hustle to make cheese
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads who ain't 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 second comin up niggas summoned ~ by God
got niggas poppin out they and runnin
take off that fuckin and gunnin
get done in
i'm lettin off that whole magazine on who want it
got niggas scared like the
hide in they five hun'erts
you better to God i'm sluggin
for 4, 5
got niggas jumpin out car leavin them broads just runnin
niggas hide your woman
i'm tellin
i have 'em in the drizzy like the squad
a trois always share a broad with a broad
this the mob at large
tv's in the car
three cars can run hustle hard
to all my bitches breakin niggas at the
strippin, swingin from poles to get

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

for all my thug and killers
niggas
pistol and take his glitter
fuck them hatin
and bitches figures datin niggas
Cristasian dinners pay it they know how to break a nigga
i got killers on the +pay roll+ to hit me
Fedderchini take a nigga to pull like Wako
if i say so cos i make mo' the average Joe
I rock a row (bling)
you rock a fake ol'
got everything in the ro'
except cable fatal
givin it to niggas who than play-doh
don't no
moves watch who you talk to
i'll you, off you
make the cops white you
niggas talkin shit about Yuk is gone you
your fuckin head, arms, your legs, i'm cuttin off your balls too
this is for all you bad bitches cheese
sittin niggas E's, hittin weed

scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin for cheese
scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin that hustle to make cheese
niggas
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't 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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