Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

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

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

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

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