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 shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you fuck shit

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

Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't 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 bathroom getting head from your
And I ain't her shit
You want beef? You know who you playing with
I tell my pilot to the jet
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we off
a click and you niggas dead where you standing at
I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on
Your money funny like Jim
I got that's super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like
I'm a rich nigga, still a pistol with me
Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a of me
I got all this and shooters with me
Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a
it is my nigga, what is hidden for
Where the car you were whippin in the
Where is the ice at, where is them pretty
You are far from a real nigga, you know
Broke ass niggas I stand them
I hit 'em the cannon
I out the mall at random
Juicy J that is fresh to death
Smoke till there is left
Bail off and I'm ghost in my Phantom