Luyện nghe bài hát Hi-Five

Brrrr,
Wop, hah
It's big Gucci, up
Metro,
If Young Metro don't you I'm gon shoot you

I put eight mill in my crib to ya
When you worth like mill, the kids admire ya
When your rap sheet look like mine, no one will ya
But when you sign yourself like I did, they can't ya
You want your club so loud put me on the flier (it's Gucci)
I'm on fire Richard Pryor, my price gettin' higher
How you gon' take my title, a car without a title?
I'm whippin' through rush hour traffic in a Spyder
Slide up on ya bitch a race car driver
Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea
Niggas from my hood know me from cheap, powder
But niggas on your block say you'se a real weak

High five, low
I left niggas hangin', they get no five
Gucci Mane, say that I got nine lives
Six Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low
I them bitches hangin', they get no five
Gucci Mane they say I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World, I got nine rides

Fuck yo jam of the week, I put on the street
So much money, gave metro a hundred for the beat (Metro)
So much ice around my bezel you see, the Patek
I'm Felipe, in Felipe's, with a freak, she
the beach, to the skreet, from the skreet, to the suite
Put my bone in her mouth, told her bon
I done sold so many they should deport me to Belize
I'm shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees
From the hat on my head to the shoes on my
Every garment on my body, man, it come from
In them I was raised I sold like 50,000 P's
You want on your song, that's at least a hundred G's
Wop

five, low five
I left them niggas hangin' get no five
Gucci they say that I got nine lives
Six Over Georgia, I got nine rides
five, low five
I left them hangin', they get no five
Gucci Mane they say I got nine lives
go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides