Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Boy

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

[Verse 1:
All the girls see the (Boy) at his kicks (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so
Clap at your sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
With lot's of mobsters shop for
and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped
Mink on kicks plus chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give 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 fuck girl get it out on up
They wan't the boy Montana guns with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) twistin (Oh Boy)
If was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) my nigga (Oh Boy)
He get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matter fact 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)

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

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are standin
niggas demand randsome over them 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 I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my your feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for
We got what you chill it though and fill them holla's, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....