Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Remix

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

1: Drake]
Took niggas out the like I'm from there
So you know it's all good I come there
I hear you about your 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 done a verse in 8 shit
And if a say my name, he the hot shit
But if I say the name, he still 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 they dangling the
But I'm the one killing niggas on the hooks though
And niggas ain't got a grill, ice grill hating
I know y'all know Mike Will Made It
looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and will make 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 niggas say it's all good, that's how you feel
Nigga nah, that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young nigga up
niggas gon' be fuck niggas
That's why we give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up

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

2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying
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 off, get 'em, we popping off
Give a click and you niggas dead you standing at
I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on
Your funny like Jim Carrey
I got bitches that's bad like Halle
And we still that white like Barry
I'm a nigga, still keep a pistol with me
you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and with me
Just in case you pussy 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, is them pretty hoes
You are far a real nigga, you already know
ass niggas I can't stand them
I hit 'em the cannon
I buying out the mall at
Juicy J that nigga is fresh to
Smoke till there is nothing
Bail off and I'm ghost in my Phantom