Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

[Intro:
Just (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa

1: Cam'ron]
All the see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I bop you peeped that
Mink on maury plus chanel ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin with herself Cam dig it out her up
Ma it's just a girl get it out pick on up
wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy

[Verse 2: Santana]
Y'all niggas can't with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) snitchin (Oh Boy)
niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need bail money,
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
When he got with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter guroos start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 4: Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

Until that man is vanished away in the Grand
These are grand standin
demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down tannin
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the
Hire me somebody but now my body your like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in for reela
We got what you it though and fill with them holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....