Luyện nghe bài hát Owe You Niggaz Shit

They like: ya doing? Why ya still here?
I'm like a pistol rap, damn bitch I here
Forgot trends, I sit and shit, I did here
This man music, you popular with the kids here
Yeah, I put on like 'nem
If they me put on, ya know I'm feedin' them
If they roaching, you would ever see me with them
And if I her, "Come with me!", you know she leaving him
I'm just saying, look, I got it like
Yeah, the haters took it from me, but I got it right
If you got some bitch up in ya, I'ma it like that
If the bag ain't heavy, well, then it's not the right bag,

Laughing at haters tryna block my shine
tryna act like it's not my time
Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my
They might lock my body, but can't lock 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 shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit,
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

ya want, homie? I don't owe shit, bitch
Bet ya got told "No" this quick (Hell nah)
Now, ya mad at me, I'm on ya shit list
Do it then, and you get is this foot and this fist
See you in the kitchen, he just the deal
I'm in my home, money, it's 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 swimming pool cool, I trip like that
You gon' make a nigga empty out a clip that
You don't a see that body bag zipped like that
What I'm repping? Screwed Up Click, Hoover Crip that

at these haters tryna block my shine
Always tryna act it's not my time
Why you 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?
They might lock 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, (I don't owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, (I don't owe you niggas shit)
I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you shit, kids
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

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

Laughing at these haters tryna my shine
Always tryna act 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 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, I owe you niggas shit, kids
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)