Luyện nghe bài hát Owe You Niggaz Shit

They like: What ya doing? Why ya here?
I'm a pistol rap, damn bitch I live here
about trends, I sit and shit, I did here
This grown man music, you popular with the kids
Yeah, I put on like 'nem
If help me put on, ya know I'm feedin' them
If they roaching, you would never ever see me them
And if I her, "Come with me!", you know she leaving him
I'm saying, look, I got it like that
Yeah, the haters took it from me, but I got it back
If you got bitch up in ya, I'ma spot it like that
If the bag ain't heavy, well, then not the right bag, yeah

Laughing at these haters tryna block my
Always tryna act like it's not my
Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my
They might away my body, but can't lock my mind

I don't owe you shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you shit, kids
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

ya want, homie? I don't owe shit, bitch
Bet ya never got "No" this quick (Hell nah)
Now, ya mad at me, huh? I'm on ya shit
Do it then, and what you get is this and this fist
See you in the kitchen, he just sealing the
I'm in my home, countin' money, a million for real
I'm a boss, but I like I'm still in the field
If I say "Fuck you!", I ain't playing, bitch, the feeling is
'Cause I'm pool cool, I don't trip like that
You gon' make a nigga empty out a clip that
You don't want a see that body bag like that
What I'm repping? Screwed Up Click, Hoover like that

Laughing at these haters tryna block my
tryna act like it's not my time
Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and my dime?
might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind

I owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit)
I owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

They asking Johnny what I on my chain
And how many karats, what kind of in this ring
Did he make or did he drop all the change?
wanna know if I wear Polo drawers or Hanes
Would ya look at house? I know he ain't doing bad
"Can I get a hundred dollars?" see me, that's what they ask
Smell some Reggie, they see me, that's what they pass
I be like, "Damn, must really be doing bad!"
But that ain't my bidness, I got to do
You already I ain't giving shit to you
And to my money, baby, I ain't into you
you off and go get money, that's what I'm fin to do

Laughing at these haters tryna my shine
Always tryna act like it's not my
Why you 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?
They might lock away my body, but can't my mind

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit,
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)