Luyện nghe bài hát O.M.G.

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

(x2)
Oh My God, shit different
Oh My God, slippers
Oh My God, my wrist
Oh My God, might yo feelings

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

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

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

Oh My God, shit different
Oh My God, Gucci
Oh My God, my vicious
Oh My God, might yo feelings

Oh My God
bitch ever!