Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

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

[Verse 1:
Took out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all when I come there
I hear you talk about your like you run that
And I brought my to your city, you my son there 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 name, he still the hot shit
Fucked up, lucky I feed into the gossip
Niggas act like they don't know, but they should
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the
But I'm the one that's niggas on the hooks though
And niggas ain't got a grill, ice grill hating
I know already 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 rap nigga with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a deal
Just know a million ain't once you get a mill
And say it's all good, that's how you better feel
Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big
Rolling through the city like a nigga bricked up
Fuck niggas gon' be fuck
That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck switched up

[Hook:
Talking 'bout you popping tags, you ain't bought shit
Talking 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 2: J]
If money then your pockets ain't saying shit
I'm in the bathroom getting from your bitch
And I paying her shit
You want beef? You don't know who you with
I tell my pilot to the jet
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we off
Give a click and you niggas dead where you at
I'm a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim
I got bitches that's super bad like
And we keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich nigga, still keep a with me
Nigga you ain't with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters me
Just in case you niggas try to get you a piece
it is my nigga, what is hidden for
Where the car you were whippin in the
Where is the ice at, where is pretty hoes
You are far from a nigga, you already know
Broke ass niggas I can't them
I hit 'em the cannon
I out the mall at random
Juicy J that nigga is to death
till there is nothing left
Bail off and then I'm in my Phantom