Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Gang (Remix)

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

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