Luyện nghe bài hát Body Ya Remix

Shout out to my enemies, out my competitors
Shout out to my mini-me's, I you do better, brah
me, better you, etcetera, etcetera
Shout out to the followers, I stay ahead of you

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

Uh, I'm a Brooklyn anyhow
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 like a name
place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out
We gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout

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

B-b-body ya, ya
If looks could kill, then my style body ya
B-b-body ya, ya
If looks could kill, then my style might 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 tryin' to raise a blood pressure
little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher?

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

This is nothin' new, I'm not a
I get big checks a lottery 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
for the competition, holla at them all
Once I say hi to her, she say bye to ya
If looks could kill then my might body ya

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

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

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

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