Luyện nghe bài hát Lose It (Gucci Mane)

What's Gucci my
Louis my killa?

I like I can't follow in nobody footstep
You I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young
Young nigga, young nigga, nigga, young nigga

I think I'm 'bout to it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
In the trap still countin'
Don't fuck with 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On a rant
On a choppa

Still-a in trap getting guap
Out the sewer, now my the size of Cuba
I be rap-rapping block
We them Brick Squad, ask
Beside this shit, Silkk The
been San Quentin on lock
But I two door ghost
I stack two that loaf
I be floor seats by coach
I be fight by that rope
Make me so sick I vomit
Gin no tonic
Cheat on my bitch, she know I'm
But I'm just a product of my

Young nigga, nigga
Pop pills, make mills young
Got wrist, trill young nigga
toting that steel young nigga
And I ever lose a chain
And head stupid man

I think I'm to lose it man
Said I'm to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still change
Don't fuck with y'all you niggas lame
I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
On a choppa
On a choppa

Get or lay down
Shoot up but a school or a playground
Run shit like a
I'm in here, now who let the in?
I ain't taking my medicine
My finger ain't never been hesitant
I am ruler, no measurements
You I pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, at your head my nigga
Cash Money I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off vapors, I paper, no sharp paper, better get the point
'Cause I'm with a sharp razor, get buck like a horse stable
Too smart, I'm a geek, I put my niggas on they feet
So if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga asleep
I can't see of you niggas, and I can see the future man
Where you going? I'm to go Tunechi man

I think I'm 'bout to it man
I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap countin' change
Don't fuck y'all 'cause you niggas lame
I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm to go Gucci Mane
On a rant
On a rant