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
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 bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh
a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, yeah
Turn your dreads into pocket chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a (damn)
lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the of pain (woo)
Hope you suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
shit made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This shit your doctors wanna stop a train
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 shit it ain't for me (Joyner)
I been myself, you don't know me (woah)
I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph
Then I went and a deal and bought a pony (woah)
Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm you bitches and laughing
And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to
You wonder happening
I'm new syllables, acronyms
I I'ma practice it
You are fucking embarrassing (pow pow)
You gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like dropping on your all on your conscious
All you niggas watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, I repeat You and you fuckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you dream all day, 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, dirt (woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the high
Couldn't get a even if you had lightyear
Wouldn't get no love even if your heart's here
Niggas got so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric and the suplex
I ain't been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the
some gangs that'll get 'em
Split 'em down the middle like a fuckin' duplex
Break a toes, make 'em do the two-step
full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper bitch, all we do is sex
And she love suckin' dick so I call her neck (woah)
Makin' a with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters
I'm ready to and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em walls, then I got' em enchanted
Then my fuckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', tremblin'
I'm really sick and I got a as a fuckin' mannequin
I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my
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)
told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain't come I got a fuckin' single
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 beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn
Gucci gang, Louis gang, gang, Dolce gang
gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woah)
I don't really fuck with no names
Joyner to go on a rampage, ooh
They don't see me let the chopper bang (yeah)
Get this jumping like Shabba Ranks, yeah
What's a Lil Pump to a flame, woo
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada (yeah)
All you new don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything the same, fuck
Bunch of addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, gang, Prada gang (woo)
I don't really fuck no brand names, yeah