Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

[Hook:
Talking 'bout you popping tags, you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a 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

1: Drake]
Took niggas out the hood like I'm there
So you know all good when I come there
I hear you talk about city like you run that
And I my tour to your city, you my son there nigga
But I had to through for the remix
On my haven't done a verse in 8 weeks
And if a nigga say my name, he the hot
But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot
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 on the hooks though
And niggas got a grill, still ice grill hating
I y'all already know Mike Will Made It
looking 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
know a million ain't shit once 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
Rolling through the like a young nigga bricked up
niggas gon' be fuck niggas
That's why we never give a fuck a fuck nigga switched up

Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, 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

[Verse 2: J]
If money then your pockets ain't saying shit
I'm in the bathroom head from your bitch
And I ain't her shit
You want beef? You know who you playing with
I tell my to land the jet
I'm off, get 'em, we popping off
Give a and you niggas dead where you standing at
I'm just a trippy nigga on cabbage
Your money funny Jim Carrey
I got that's super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white Barry
I'm a rich nigga, keep a pistol with me
you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me
I got all this and shooters with me
in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece
What it is my nigga, is hidden for
Where the car you were whippin in the
Where is the ice at, where is them 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 to death
Smoke till there is nothing
Bail off and then I'm ghost in my