Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

[Hook:
Talking you popping 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 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 come
I you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there
But I had to come for the remix
On my haven't done a verse in 8 shit
And if a nigga say my name, he the hot
But if I say the nigga name, he the hot shit
Fucked up, I don't feed into the gossip
Niggas act like they 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 though
And niggas ain't got a grill, ice grill hating
I y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing
I Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap nigga with the deal
You need to to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't shit you get a mill
And niggas say it's all good, that's how you better
Nigga nah, fuck that, year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a nigga bricked up
Fuck niggas gon' be fuck
That's why we give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up

[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, you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you fuck shit

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