Luyện nghe bài hát Stupid Wild

Oh, oh
Gucci! happenin'
Gucci! Burr, burr,

On fire, you say you fire then nigga you a lie
Homie you and I, know the
That's you and I
Stupid on me then
jewelry on me now
If you think you finna on Gucci
just show me how
dis me yesterday,
What I'm 'posed to do, go
With my money chasin' million dollar on the side
Just a chicken in my
Bought two and a thigh
I'm so hood now
Of course switchin' gears while getting
wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my
fightin',
Hoes fish
Just to my tie
Get smart, smart,
I ain't been hard in a while
cho chaw
I ain't been this in a while

Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie that's my
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie my style
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie that's my
Every night I'm ballin',
Sippin' on that drank, rims
Mostly night I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin',
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin',

Wilder a jaguar,
in a Jaguar,
Please don't play me
I'll put pistol on your grandpa
I I'm so wild
I think I just may a zan' bar
And if she on my
I bet bitch know who she playin' for
Mr. Carter
Or Mr. Go
And I like my dry
Like a fish no water
stupid perfect,
I might as surf it
And if she ain't
She get the mail service
it like it be,
Bitch I do it for the
And fucking time I say
"Soo woop" for the bloods
With you just like I
I do it like I
And if you fight,
come on you can fight my guns haha
Weezy man, young

Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie that's my
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie my style
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie that's my
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie that's my
Every night I'm ballin',
Sippin' on that drank, crawlin'
every night I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna but I'm shootin', shootin'
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin',

do the furs, his and hers
Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her a "Burr!"
Hustlers love me, all the haters me,
brothers wanna fight me,
They wanna date me,
I her bless it baby,
You be my bust it baby,
But stay in place, I need my space,
suffocate me, please
Back approach us,
Clack clack in holsters,
Cops in black us,
Treat us like and roaches,
But the Benz,
Got the lamps,
And wifey,
Well we use her for her stamps,
no big deal,
But she the fridge filled,
scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits kill!
Don't veal,
Italiano, Gallardo,
Yea the big wheels,
Like ya wig spilled,
rush in ya spot,
Knock knock, of the glock,
It Gucci turn, huh?, You gon' it or not?

Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie my style
wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my
wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my
wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my
Every night I'm ballin',
on that drank, rims crawlin'
Mostly every I'm countin', countin',
wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'
Niggas fight but I'm shootin', shootin'

Bitches wanna fuck me,
I got the cash and I'm famous
I'm tryin to my head above water, water
a million cash I just oughta, oughta
My chain a stack cause I'm Gucci,
My wardrobe out like I'm boosting
I this all the time
Ya homie shine,
Wanna hate then get a and join the line? Fine
(It's Gucci)