Luyện nghe bài hát Body Ya

Shout out to my enemies, out my competitors
Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better,
Better me, better you, etcetera,
Shout out to the followers, I will ahead of you

Big up to the haters, big up all you low
Biggin' you all up should you feel a little bigger
Big up to the fake niggas from a nigga
niggas, help you recognize a real nigga

Uh, I'm a Brooklyn anyhow
Closet lookin' I opened up a Vinnie's Styles
say, "We are the best"
So mami in my jeans

Yeah, fitted in a gang
Yeah, at you like a Twitter
Same place I see 'em, same they chalk 'em out
We speak gwap-enese, come see we talkin' 'bout

at your homie, holla at your dog
Lookin' for the competition, holla at all
I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya
If looks kill then my style might body ya

ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my style might ya
B-b-body ya, ya
If could kill, then my style might body ya

out to the groupies, shout out to my ex
Probably fuck me so shout out to the sex
Don't get mad at me I'm on to the next
All of this because I ain't respond to your

Big up to you bum and your ten dollar dresses
Big up to the big girls, are so precious
Salty bitches to raise a nigga blood pressure
Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any

Huh? But it ain't fresh as
out, son, case you didn't know so
Flow so deadly, swag too
Known for bein' nice, that mean courteous

This is nothin' new, I'm not a
I get big checks a lottery winner
Her boy dissin' ah, boy, ah
Kindly him on his way, tell the mortician hi

You holla at your homie, holla at your dog
for the competition, holla at them all
Once I say hi to her, she say bye to ya
If looks could kill then my style might ya

B-b-body ya, ya
If looks could kill, then my might body ya
B-b-body ya, ya
If looks could kill, then my style might ya

What it look like, nigga? Young Funeral
Told y'all niggas I got this shit
There Is No Competition 2: The Funeral
What up Dram'? it look like?

Huh? What we talkin',
What we 'bout?
These is dead
we talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, I said it, dead,

Niggas might as lay down in a hole
And throw dirt on self
funeral