Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

[Hook:
Talking 'bout you tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't shit

1: Drake]
Took niggas out the hood I'm from there
So you it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk your city like you run that
And I brought my to your city, you my son there nigga
But I had to come through for the
On my haven't done a in 8 weeks shit
And if a say my name, he the hot shit
But if I say the name, he still the hot shit
Fucked up, lucky I don't feed the gossip
Niggas act like don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks
And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill
I know y'all know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and Mike make it
I'm the young rap nigga with the deal
You need to come to OVO for a better
know a million ain't shit once you get a mill
And say it's all good, that's how you better feel
Nigga nah, fuck that, this I'm talking big stuff
Rolling the city like a young nigga bricked up
Fuck gon' be fuck niggas
That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck switched up

Future]
Talking you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped
All you talk nana clips, nigga you shot shit
Spending on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

2: Juicy J]
If money then your pockets ain't saying shit
I'm in the bathroom getting head from bitch
And I ain't her shit
You want beef? You don't know who you with
I my pilot to land the jet
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we off
Give a and you niggas dead where you standing at
I'm just a trippy smoking on cabbage
Your money funny Jim Carrey
I got that's super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white Barry
I'm a rich nigga, keep a pistol with me
Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a of me
I got all cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pussy try to get you a piece
What it is my nigga, is hidden for
the car you were whippin in the video
Where is the ice at, where is pretty hoes
You are far from a real nigga, you already
Broke ass niggas I can't them
I hit 'em with the
I buying out the mall at
J that nigga is fresh to death
Smoke there is nothing left
Bail off and I'm ghost in my Phantom