Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

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

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

[Hook:
'bout you popping 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 money on these hoes, you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 2: J]
If money talk then your ain't saying shit
I'm in the bathroom head from your bitch
And I paying her shit
You want You don't know who you playing with
I tell my 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 smoking on cabbage
Your money funny Jim Carrey
I got bitches that's super bad Halle
And we still keeping that white like
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 case you pussy niggas try to get you a
What it is my nigga, is hidden for
the car you were whippin in the video
Where is the ice at, where is them hoes
You are far from a real nigga, you know
Broke ass I can't stand them
I hit 'em the cannon
I buying out the at random
Juicy J nigga is fresh to death
Smoke till there is nothing
off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom