Luyện nghe bài hát GucTiggy Part 4

(Zaytoven)
Haa, boys, wow
Zaytoven,
Gucci
Dope stand up
Haa, 6 shit
ya

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I pay a for your thoughts and leave your brains on the asphalt
Don't blame me, it's the fault
I throw rocks from the house
A house, a stash house
Rob your plug, the mask off
I don't need a handout but I might cut hand off
I'm so Mason, I'm so heinously handsome
I'm more dangerous than famous, take your grandson for ransom
Up all night, live a vamp life, that in the trap
My bitch sleep all day, got gold fangs like a
The neighbors might find it odd I my shades in the dark
And when I say I'm a god I still have faith in the
(?) is a sport, be careful what you record
These men act boys they scared to cut off the cord
I'm in the wrong profession but I'm just
But my mom stressin', I'm over the (?) strechin'
These niggas all dry snitches, singin' like John Legend
500 pints, I sold 'em in 9
My money took a nosedive, I rob my next
But I shuttin' the trap down, I opened up next day
Man I had a vision
They send me to prison
With no pot to in
No to stick my dick in
It's the named Gucci
They call me Tuki
He wire tapped, that boy ain't him cause he look like Pooki
Look at fiend Suzy, that's my dog like Lucy (grrr)
I'm a neighborhood celeb and she's a boy groupie

Dope boy, skrt,
Wizop, up
Oh, oh,
It's Gucci
Gucci
Real trap
Dope, dope,
(Get motherfuckin' weight up)

(Somebody me a ? in the shade)
Ha
Ha,
Woptober, trap