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, Dolce
gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't really with no brand names (woah)
Joyner to go on a rampage (ooh)
They don't see me let the chopper bang, yeah
Get bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame,
Turn pink dreads into pocket chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin'
how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of addicts in the house of pain (woo)
Hope you suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This shit your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This shit make your doctors wanna stop a
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, (Dolce)
Back when I was and no one know me (woah)
I couldn't afford it and now that I got the
I don't even want this 'cause it ain't for me (Joyner)
I always been myself, you don't me (woah)
I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Lauren
Then I went and signed a deal and a pony (woah)
Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm you bitches and laughing
And I'm killing them, them, and sending your body right back to them
You wonder what's
I'm flipping new syllables,
I guess practice it
You fuckers are fucking (pow pow)
You gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping birds dropping on your all on your conscious
All you niggas watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, I repeat You lost and you sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you all day, that's per year (per year)
All you hoe niggas leave purse here (purse here)
I am favorite rapper's worst fear (why?)
Raised in the mud crying, tears (woah)
a bunch of kids in the high chair
Couldn't get a buzz if you had lightyear
get no love even if your heart's right here
Niggas got guns so want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the
I ain't been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the
Know gangs that'll get 'em
Split 'em right the middle like a fuckin' duplex
Break a toes, make 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hef
Got a bad bitch, all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' dick so I call her loose (woah)
Makin' a panic with my shit and I'm 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 hands holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a mannequin
I paint a 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 Spanish but I know the lingo (lingo)
told me that my flow a hundred
But my album come unless I got a fuckin' single
Well I don't give a fuck no hit record
I'mma just remix y'all and get big off it
just murder every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce
'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of (woah)
I don't really fuck no brand names
'bout to go on a rampage, ooh
They wanna see me let the chopper bang (yeah)
Get this bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks,
a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada (yeah)
All you new rappers don't be 'bout shit except doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same,
Bunch of drug addicts in the of pain (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, gang, Prada gang (woo)
I don't really with no brand names, yeah