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, 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 into pocket chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be 'bout shit except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a (damn)
Sippin' lean, E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of (woo)
Hope you suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This shit made your mother ovulate, yeah
shit make your 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 even 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 signed a deal and 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 body right to them
You what's happening
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 gonna be dropping like birds dropping on your all on your
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 dream all day, that's per (per year)
All you hoe leave your purse here (purse here)
I am your favorite 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 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 gangs get 'em
Split 'em right down the like a fuckin' 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 ready to handle and dismantle and and vanish
I hit 'em and 'em into walls, then I got' em enchanted
Then my fuckin that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a fuckin'
I paint a picture a vision, all on my cellophane
I got 'em swingin' they on my dick and grabbin my balls
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 single
Well I don't give a fuck about no hit
I'mma just remix shit and get big off it
I'mma just murder every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce
'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of (woah)
I don't really with no brand names
'bout to go on a rampage, ooh
They don't wanna see me let the bang (yeah)
Get bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, yeah
What's a Lil Pump to a flame, woo
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, 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 drug addicts in the house of (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, gang (woo)
I don't really with no brand names, yeah