Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Boy

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

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 soldiers then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion, or man stand-in
Hit me when you get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lots of mobsters, for lobsters
and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you that?
Mink on, Mauri kicks plus ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin' herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out on up
They want the boy, Montana with with bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

Y'all niggas fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he (Oh Boy)
Get him, his (Boy) he wheezin' he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
I'm in need bail money, shit
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my (Oh Boy)
He gon' come get his (Boy) he got for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

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

Now when see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas we don't brandish
at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back my (Boy)

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