Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Gang (Remix)

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

Gucci gang, gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't fuck with no brand names (woah)
Joyner to go on a rampage (ooh)
They don't wanna see me let the bang, yeah
Get bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame,
Turn your pink dreads into chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit doin' drugs
how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the of pain (woo)
Hope you suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This shit made your mother ovulate, yeah
This shit make your doctors stop a train
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, (Dolce)
Back I was broke and no one know me (woah)
I couldn't it and now that I got the money
I don't even want shit 'cause 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 Ralph
Then I went and signed a deal and bought a (woah)
Yeah I'm taking it and then 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 new syllables, acronyms
I guess practice it
You fuckers are fucking (pow pow)
You ain't gonna be when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping on your all on 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 dream all day, 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)
a bunch of kids in the high chair
Couldn't get a buzz even if you had
Wouldn't get no love even if your heart's right
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)
by the ghetto
Know some that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the middle like a fuckin'
Break a nigga toes, 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I feel 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 flippin' up
I'm to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, I got' em enchanted
Then my fuckin hands holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really and I got a stiff as a fuckin' mannequin
I a picture a Picasso 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 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 y'all shit and get big off it
I'mma just murder mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn
gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of (woah)
I don't really fuck with no names
Joyner 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' shit except doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
And all you niggas til you pop a vein, uh
gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (woo)
I really fuck with no brand names, yeah