Luyện nghe bài hát Body Ya Remix

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 stay of you

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

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

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

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

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

Shout out to the groupies, out to my ex
Probably sayin' fuck me so 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 text

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
little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher?

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

This is new, I'm not a beginner
I get big like a lottery winner
Her boy ah, boy, listen ah
Kindly sent him on his way, tell the hi

You better holla at your homie, 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 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 looks could kill, then my style body ya

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

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

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