Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Gang (Remix)

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

Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, gang
'Sace gang, gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't really with no brand names (woah)
Joyner 'bout to go on a (ooh)
They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang,
Get this bitch like Shabba Ranks, ooh
a Lil Pump to a rocket 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, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, sound the same, fuck
Bunch of addicts in the house of pain (woo)
Hope you niggas til you pop a vein, yeah
This shit made mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This shit make your doctors 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 'cause it for me (Joyner)
I always myself, you don't know me (woah)
I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Lauren
Then I and signed 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 back to them
You what's happening
I'm flipping new syllables,
I guess I'ma 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 birds dropping on your all on conscious
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 niggas leave your here (purse here)
I am favorite rapper's worst fear (why?)
in the mud crying, dirt tears (woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the chair
get a buzz even if you had lightyear
Wouldn't get no love even if your right here
got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric and the suplex
I never been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
by the ghetto
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 like Hef
Got a bad bitch, all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' so I call her loose neck (woah)
Makin' a with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters
I'm to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I em enchanted
Then my hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they
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' 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 ain't come unless I got a fuckin'
Well I don't give a fuck no hit record
I'mma just remix y'all 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,
gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of (woah)
I don't really fuck with no brand
Joyner to go on a rampage, ooh
They wanna see me let the chopper 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 don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, sound the same, fuck
of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada (woo)
I don't fuck with no brand names, yeah