Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Gang (Remix)

Yuh, yuh, uh
Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup
I really fuck with no... (yo)

Gucci gang, gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of (woo)
I don't really fuck with no brand (woah)
Joyner to go on a rampage (ooh)
They wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
Get this bitch jumping like Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil Pump to a flame, yeah
Turn your pink dreads into chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout except doin' drugs
how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo)
Hope you niggas suffer til you pop a vein,
This shit made mother wanna ovulate, yeah
shit make your doctors wanna stop a train
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, (Dolce)
Back when I was broke and no one me (woah)
I couldn't it and now that I got the money
I don't want this shit 'cause it ain't for me (Joyner)
I been myself, you don't know me (woah)
Yeah I was so depressed, I was
The man on the horse, all I had was Lauren
Then I went and a deal and bought a pony (woah)
I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and laughing
And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your right back to them
You what's happening
I'm new syllables, acronyms
I I'ma practice it
You are fucking embarrassing (pow pow)
You ain't gonna be happy I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping on all on your conscious
All you niggas watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, I repeat You lost and you fuckas sleepin' pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you all day, that's per year (per year)
All you hoe niggas leave your here (purse here)
I am favorite rapper's worst fear (why?)
Raised in the mud crying, tears (woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the chair
Couldn't get a buzz even if you had
get no love even if your heart's right here
Niggas got so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em the Ric Flair and the suplex
I ain't never scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the
Know some that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the middle like a duplex
Break a nigga toes, make 'em do the
full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper bitch, all we do is 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 to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I em enchanted
Then my fuckin hands that holdin the bangin' and slammin'
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really and I got a stiff as a fuckin' mannequin
I paint a picture a vision, all on my cellophane
I got 'em swingin' they on my dick and grabbin my again
Now, uno, dos, tres, quatro, (cinco)
I ain't but I know the lingo (lingo)
Atlantic told me that my a hundred
But my album ain't unless I got a fuckin' single
Well I don't give a fuck no hit record
I'mma just remix shit 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
'Sace gang, gang, lot of gangs (woah)
I really fuck with no brand names
'bout to go on a rampage, ooh
They don't wanna see me let the chopper (yeah)
Get this bitch jumping Shabba Ranks, yeah
a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo
Gucci gang, gang, Prada gang (yeah)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same,
of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada (woo)
I don't fuck with no brand names, yeah