Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggga Pooh

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

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

2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in need bail money, shit
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon come get his (Boy) he got for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
When he got caught with the (Boy) we to court 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......squallin!!!!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact Guru start 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

Until that man is vanished away in the Grand
These kids are grand
Niggas demand ransoms them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam 'em
up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me but now my body's feelin like finicky
and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill them hollow's, huh
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....