Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

He ain't got a with a bitch like me
He ain't rich enough, enough (No)
Calls need to stop he ain't 'bout the guap
I ain't up, picking up
Y'all little hoes sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick
Weave so and the pussy so wet
eat it up eat it up

(x2)
Oh My God, this shit
Oh My God, slippers
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, hurt yo feelings

the difference between me and you? (Who?)
1200 Gucci shoes (Ooh!)
I know the facts will you feel a way
Took three years off and i'm still (Uh huh!)
What's the difference between yours and
cards that just don't decline (No bitch!)
It's overpriced but I still don't
I spent 1000 dollars on a of wine

Y'all mathematicians split the tab
Bitch you know you ate the crab
purse but you kept the tag
Bitch you know you finna take it
Tit for tat you get the bag
You know pussy fat, you waist snatched
I'm in the quarter mill with the ceiling
Why you in your
I ain't that (Naah!)

no fucking thing you could offer me
If he hit it you know he won the lottery
keep him if he eating with no cutlery
Pardon me, i'm too
I want them tickets, ain't talking
Santortini then i switch up
Got no further fucks, so ask for donations (Woo!)
Better get bag up
Talk shit

Oh My God, this shit
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might hurt yo

Oh My God
Biggest ever!