Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Gang (Remix)

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

Gucci gang, Louis gang, gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't really fuck with no names (woah)
Joyner to go on a rampage (ooh)
They don't wanna see me let the 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 shit doin' drugs
how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of (woo)
Hope you niggas 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 I was broke and no one know me (woah)
I couldn't afford it and now I got the money
I don't even want this shit it ain't for me (Joyner)
I always been myself, you know me (woah)
I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph
Then I and signed a deal and bought a pony (woah)
Yeah I'm it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and laughing
And I'm them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
You what's happening
I'm flipping new syllables,
I I'ma 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 like birds dropping on your all on your conscious
All you niggas watchin I'm spittin', all on your coffin, I repeat You lost 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 your favorite rapper's worst (why?)
Raised in the mud crying, dirt (woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the chair
Couldn't get a buzz even if you had
Wouldn't get no love if your heart's right here
Niggas got guns so want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em the Ric Flair and the suplex
I never been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the
Know some gangs get 'em
Split 'em right down the like a fuckin' duplex
a nigga toes, make 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I feel Hugh Hef
Got a bad bitch, all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' dick so I call her loose (woah)
Makin' a with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters
I'm ready to handle and dismantle and crush and
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I em enchanted
Then my fuckin hands holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really sick and I got a as a fuckin' mannequin
I paint a 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 unless I got a fuckin' single
Well I give a fuck about no hit record
just remix y'all shit and get big off it
I'mma just murder every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep,
Gucci gang, gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, gang, lot of gangs (woah)
I don't really fuck with no brand
Joyner to go on a rampage, ooh
don't wanna see me let the chopper bang (yeah)
Get this bitch jumping like Ranks, yeah
What's a Lil to a rocket flame, woo
Gucci gang, gang, Prada gang (yeah)
All you new don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the of pain (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (woo)
I don't really fuck with no brand names,