Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Boy

Just Blaze! (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh,

All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (Boy)
at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or your man
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be
lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, every block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I bop, you peeped that?
on, Mauri 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 girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana with with bandanas
Listen to my Santana

Y'all can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin' he his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
If was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in trouble need money, shit
the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon' get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

When he got caught with the (Boy) we to court for the (Boy)
me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) the Roc fella (Boy)
When the come, Squalie!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's,
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) at your boy
holla listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) the R-O-C (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas blammers we brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram your man's leaded
And I'm with my (Boy)

that man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon kids are grand standin'
demand ransom over them grams scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south (Oh Boy)
I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your finicky
Killa and Capo we in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with hollows, huh
It's the (Boy) I said the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)