Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Gang (Remix)

Yuh, yuh, uh
Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup
I don't really with no... (yo)

Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, gang
gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't fuck with no brand names (woah)
Joyner 'bout to go on a (ooh)
don't wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
Get this jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame,
Turn your pink dreads pocket chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin'
how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, sound the same, fuck
Bunch of addicts in the house of pain (woo)
you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This shit make your doctors wanna stop a
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, (Dolce)
Back when I was broke and no one me (woah)
I afford it and now that I got the money
I don't even want this shit it ain't for me (Joyner)
I always been myself, you know me (woah)
Yeah I was so depressed, I was
The man on the horse, all I had was Lauren
Then I went and signed a deal and bought a (woah)
Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and
And I'm them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
You wonder happening
I'm new syllables, acronyms
I guess practice it
You fuckers are fucking (pow pow)
You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping on your all on your
All you niggas watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, I repeat You lost and you fuckas you're pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you dream all day, that's per (per year)
All you hoe niggas leave purse here (purse here)
I am your favorite worst fear (why?)
in the mud crying, dirt tears (woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the chair
Couldn't get a buzz even if you had
Wouldn't get no love even if your right here
Niggas got guns so nobody to fight fair, no
Hit 'em the Ric Flair and the suplex
I never been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the
Know some that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the like a fuckin' duplex
Break a toes, make 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I like Hugh Hef
Got a bad bitch, all we do is have sex
And she love dick so I call her loose neck (woah)
Makin' a panic with my shit and I'm up banisters
I'm ready to handle and dismantle and and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I got' em
Then my fuckin hands that the hammer bangin' and slammin'
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they
I'm really sick and I got a as a fuckin' mannequin
I a picture a Picasso vision, all on my cellophane
I got 'em they on my dick and grabbin my balls again
Now, uno, dos, tres, quatro, (cinco)
I ain't but I know the lingo (lingo)
Atlantic me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain't come unless I got a single
Well I don't give a fuck no hit record
I'mma just remix y'all and get big off it
I'mma just every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, gang
gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woah)
I don't really with no brand names
Joyner to go on a rampage, ooh
don't wanna see me let the chopper bang (yeah)
Get this bitch jumping like Ranks, yeah
a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada (yeah)
All you new rappers be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada (woo)
I don't really fuck no brand names, yeah