Luyện nghe bài hát Mismatch (Remix)

Couldn't be
be easier
Couldn't be
be easier...

[Hook: Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)]
Fuck nigga watch your tongue
All that talkin', I ain't with
(No, no)
All that shit on song
Worldstar, you ain't did that
(No, no)
Your hoe wanna go home
All in her like a six pack
(No, no)
Been killin' these so long
This shit feelin' a mismatch
Fuck nigga better your tongue
All that talkin', I ain't with
(No, no)
All that shit on song
Worldstar, you never did that
(No, no)
Your hoe don't wanna go
All in her stomach like a six
(No, no)
Been killin' these niggas so
This shit like a mismatch
1: Wiz Khalifa]
You would think I another language
Niggas don't understand it
I done took for the cameras
I done ducked shots when came for us
It was just me and my
nobody else riding
Let a nigga find killer
He put one up inside him
And my still low
Ain't change, on my grind still, bro
Got a full of shows
And a phone of hoes
Cause my life ideal, yo
the one you wanna try here
You a rookie in the game and you lookin' at the top tier
And my got no fear
You ain't got enough niggas so you go nowhere
I got a out in California
I got a old kid so I live out in California
But real out in California
You take a loss, ayy, just how it is out in California
But anywhere run up on ya
You better watch yourself, you and got yourself
They gon' catch you out of bounds you not yourself
Be a lesson that you learn, you taught yourself
The fuck niggas they mouth
The real out getting paper
I'mma hit the now
Then go fuck a bitch
Bad from down south
Cook food hella good flavor
get money in pounds
I ain't got to go savor

[Hook: Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)]
Fuck nigga watch your tongue
All that talkin', I ain't that
(No, no)
All that shit on your
Worldstar, you never did that
(No, no)
Your hoe don't wanna go
All in her stomach a six pack
(No, no)
killin' these niggas so long
This shit feelin' a mismatch

[Verse 2: Gotti]
niggas stop dappin' me out
Unless you talkin' 'bout the
You a nigga and you soft
Please the fuck from around me
A motherfuckin' nigga make me sick
So go fuck you and homies
cheaper than a bitch
If you a real nigga, gotta me
Back when I didn't shit
acted like they didn't know me
I was sleepin' outside by the
All of my got phony
Everybody answerin' they phone
Nigga that was so lonely
I was on one-twenty-fours
For a pack of Bologna
Now I got the chips the dip
And now bitches back on me
Throwing hundreds in the air like
Cut a nigga's throat Tony
If you ain't talkin' no money
Nigga turn down your
got me like a mummy
Got my shirt on like