Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci The Eskimo

verse 1: in the mornin im cookin a brick
see i aint really thinkin bout them snitches and
its hard as a but i gives a fuck
i threw the six with my pistols up
boy click put ya pistols up
so icy on my tag nigga eat my
im high as a plane and in god i
a try us then his head is busted

im smarter u niggas that how i got my bust
niggas sendin threats like we give a
niggas probly mad her buzz was cut
and im in the city screamin are us (gucci)
gucci mane the eskimo burr ya bitch
i drop 100 racks and miss the shit
that shit that fuck shit bitch miss me with
and if yo baby mama i wouldnt miss the bitch

verse 2: im ganster al capone or james cady
these rap puss aint really hard the actin
i sold bricks for real the whie
sixteen to twenty two five im igh
depends on yo tax pockets or your
twenty one right now and im happy
it jump to twenty three and im a start
yo aint workin shit my shops open
im on deck with no flex
get snowed in lagurte n alport
got 150 with no passport
and good for 400 if i for it
u got for it
ill pay for it
ill send out for it bring back yorin
ya got for it
ill pay for it
ill send out for it bring back yorin chorin

verse 3: gucci front shoes right in the bag
in my gucci corvete i know you like swag
polar bear gucci off of my igloo
30 inch rims so u fit yo kids threw
keep yo dick out my girl gucci u
chopper leave hoes what that shit do
duce duce bustin and amuse u
so many little mama comfuse you
bart simpson some strange ass cartoon dude
hummer fully loaded with the crome and moon
gucci mane the man burr ya bitch
we'll drop 100 and wont miss the shit (gucci)