Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Goodness

Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you we was coming back
But you know we was coming back like this
C'mon, gon' be a problem ya'll
Yeah, uh huh, Keith Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def
Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gonna you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

I on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland
The producer and the booth, niggas so get cute
I come in the coupe with the chopped off roof
you then blast you in your birthday suit

You a small side order of cider
I'm a three hots in a cot dungeon
My hardcore team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate like Gotti

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

And the has come and your shit is sour
You need to your flow up an hour
Give you a permanent lean, like the Tower
With a hoes that wet you down 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 folks if you me where you at? Yes sir
If you love I'm doing holla back, talk to me
And when I on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker write the
And if you in the house protect your neck
I'm 'Mister see you anywhere gon' be a showdown'
So ya'll better have lyrics when I come

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

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

I rock like an
Draw a picture like a artist, perform like a dramatist
I'm fabulously wicked,
Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my

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

And my folks if you 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 mean machine
scream, "Oh, my goodness"

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

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

But some still wanna holla, pop collar
Fucking with me like I run a parlor
Linguist, lyricist out for chips like
Bilingual emcees even couldn't even do me nada

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, what up this is DJ Dead
This down, you know who that is
Keith Murray in your ass
Nigga a hemorrhoid

It's down, all you young ass niggas
Understand this are classics
I don't care how much money you to the radio station
You ain't never be this hot, oh, my goodness