Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

[Hook:
Talking you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck

[Verse 1:
Took out the hood like I'm from there
So you it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son nigga
But I had to come through for the
On my haven't a verse in 8 weeks shit
And if a nigga say my name, he the hot
But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot
Fucked up, lucky I don't feed the gossip
Niggas act they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how dangling the bait
But I'm the one killing niggas on the hooks though
And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice hating
I know y'all already Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel
I Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo
You need to come to OVO for a better
know a million ain't shit once you get a mill
And niggas say it's all good, how you better feel
Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm big stuff
Rolling the city like a young nigga bricked up
Fuck gon' be fuck niggas
That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck switched up

Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shit
money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 2: J]
If money talk then pockets ain't saying shit
I'm in the getting head from your bitch
And I ain't paying her
You beef? You don't know who you playing with
I tell my pilot to the jet
I'm off, get 'em, we popping off
Give a click and you niggas where you standing at
I'm a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage
Your money funny Jim Carrey
I got bitches super bad like Halle
And we still that white like Barry
I'm a rich nigga, still keep a with me
Nigga you ain't fuckin' a picture of me
I got all this and shooters with me
Just in case you niggas try to get you a piece
it is my nigga, what is hidden for
Where the car you were whippin in the
Where is the ice at, where is them pretty
You are far a real nigga, you already know
Broke ass niggas I stand them
I hit 'em with the
I out the mall at random
Juicy J that nigga is fresh to
till there is nothing left
Bail off and I'm ghost in my Phantom