Luyện nghe bài hát Body Ya

Shout out to my enemies, shout out my
Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better,
Better me, better you, etcetera,
out to the followers, I will stay 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 nigga
Closet lookin' like I opened up a Styles
say, "We are the best"
So mami in my PRPS

Yeah, street fitted in a
Yeah, at you a Twitter name
place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out
We gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout

Holla at your homie, 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

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

Shout out to the groupies, out to my ex
sayin' fuck me so shout out to the sex
Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm on to the
All of because I ain't respond to your text

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

Huh? But it fresh as Loso
Monogrammed out, son, you didn't know so
so deadly, swag too murderous
Known for bein' nice, that don't courteous

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

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

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

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

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

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