Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you knew we was coming
But you ain't know we was coming back this
C'mon, it's gon' be a problem
Yeah, uh huh, Keith Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def
Keith Murray make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

I on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland
The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get
I through in the coupe with the chopped off roof
Humiliate you then blast you in your suit

You a side order of apple cider
I'm a three in a cot dungeon rider
My hardcore street crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda Gotti

How about in back of the yellow cab Seinfeld
Chew you like little clams on half shells
I got a hypochondriac that get real ill
Get nauseous to the beat, I spit sick at

And the time has come and your shit is
You need to turn your flow up an
Give you a permanent lean, like the Pisa
With a hoes that will wet you like a cold shower

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come through and blast the spot, man
And my name is the record, so it, when I put it on record
say, "Oh, my goodness"

And my if you with me where you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm doing holla back, to me
And when I step on the scene, a lean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

And yeah, I you talking motherfucker write the check
And if you in the then protect your neck
I'm 'Mister see you anywhere it's be a showdown'
So better have lyrics when I come 'round

I ain't lost a battle since God knows when
Some niggas tried to front but they no win
Taught how to prevent to lose and the win
Like birds are to fly and fish made to swim

Wait a minute, homie you don't really know me,
I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch
With my dazzling appearance and my world wide
I am treacherous, inferior, impermanent,

I like an archaeologist
a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist
I'm wicked, miraculous
Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come and blast the spot, yeah man
And my is the record, so check it, when I put it on record
say, "Oh, my goodness"

And my if you with me where you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm holla back, talk to me
And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

Keith Murray make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Def gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my
Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gon' you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

And you in line motherfucker them people in court
So when I see you I'm a pop your top a cork
I pack like ammo, spit like camels
Come through and bless your whole like achoo

But some still holla, pop they collar
Fucking me like I run a funeral parlor
Linguist, out for chips like Estrada
emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nada

With this mic I'm handy, flows be
It's a full and hoes wanna fuck like Brandy
Yeah, I've been hated on, you heard it
And I kicked their ass but them niggas deserved it

And I'm still in the hood and I still rep the
tee'ing off for a long green like Tiger Woods
I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when hot
So ya'll go back up in the box

Yo we got the on lock, uh huh
Come through and the spot, yeah man
And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on
say, "Oh, my goodness"

And my if you with me, where you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm doing back, talk to me
And when I step on the scene, a lean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, oh, my
Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gon' you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my

Yo, what up this is DJ Already
going down, you know who that is
That's Murray in your ass
Nigga a hemorrhoid

It's going down, all you young ass
this these are classics
I don't how much money you give to the radio station
You ain't never gonna be this hot, oh, my