Luyện nghe bài hát Body Ya

Shout out to my enemies, shout out my
out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah
Better me, you, etcetera, etcetera
Shout out to the followers, I will ahead of you

Big up to the haters, big up all you low
Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little
Big up to the niggas from a real nigga
Fake niggas, help you recognize a real

Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga
Closet lookin' like I opened up a Vinnie's
say, "We are the best"
So in my jeans PRPS

Yeah, street fitted in a
Yeah, at you a Twitter name
Same place I see 'em, same place they 'em out
We speak gwap-enese, come see we talkin' 'bout

Holla at your homie, holla at dog
for the competition, holla at them all
Once I say hi to her, she say bye to ya
If looks kill then my style might body ya

ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, ya
If could kill, then my style might body ya

Shout out to the groupies, out to my ex
Probably fuck me so shout out to the sex
Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm on to the
All of this I ain't respond to your text

Big up to you bum bitches and your ten dresses
Big up to the big girls, are so precious
Salty bitches to raise a nigga blood pressure
little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher?

Huh? But it ain't as Loso
out, son, case you didn't know so
Flow so deadly, swag too
Known for bein' nice, that don't mean

is nothin' new, I'm not a beginner
I get big checks like a winner
Her boy dissin' ah, boy, ah
Kindly him on his way, tell the mortician hi

You better at your homie, holla at your dog
Lookin' for the competition, at them all
Once I say hi to her, she say bye to ya
If looks could kill my style might body ya

ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my might body ya
B-b-body ya, ya
If looks kill, then my style might body ya

What it like, nigga? It's Young Funeral
Told niggas I got this shit nigga
There Is No Competition 2: The Funeral
What up Dram'? What it like?

Huh? What we talkin',
What we talkin'
These niggas is
we talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, I said it, dead,

Niggas might as well lay in a hole
And throw dirt on they
funeral