Luyện nghe bài hát Stupid Wild

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

On fire, you say you more fire then you a lie
Homie you and I, the trooper
That's you and I
Stupid on me then
Stupid on me now
If you think you shit on Gucci
just show me how
dis me yesterday,
What I'm to do, go cry?
With my money chasin' dollar mission on the side
Just a in my Lambo'
two drumsticks and a thigh
I'm so right now
Of course gears while getting high
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie my style
fightin',
Hoes fightin'
to touch my tie
Get smart, smart,
I ain't this hard in a while
Blow cho
I ain't been hard in a while

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

than a jaguar,
in a Jaguar,
Please don't play me
I'll put that pistol on grandpa
I I'm so wild
I think I just may need a bar
And if she on my
I bet bitch know who she playin' for
Mr. Coach
Or Mr. Go
And I my kush dry
Like a with no water
Swagger perfect,
I might as surf it
And if she fucking
She get the mail service
it like it be,
Bitch I do it for the
And every time I say
"Soo woop" for the bloods
With you like I love
I do it like I
And if you fight,
Then on you can fight my guns haha
Weezy man, money

Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie that's my
wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie my style
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie my style
single night I'm ballin',
Sippin' on drank, rims crawlin'
Mostly every 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 on my nerves so I hit her with a "Burr!"
Hustlers love me, all the hate me,
brothers wanna fight me,
They wanna date me,
I tell her it baby,
You be my bust it baby,
But stay in place, I need my space,
Don't me, please
Back black us,
Clack clack in holsters,
Cops in control 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,
milk ya wig spilled,
We'll in ya spot,
Knock knock, of the glock,
It Gucci turn, huh?, You suck it or not?

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

Bitches wanna me, mainly
Cause I got the and I'm famous
I'm tryin to hold my head above water,
Stack a million cash I oughta, oughta
My chain cost a cause I'm Gucci,
My wardrobe out like I'm boosting
I shine this all the
Ya homie shine,
Wanna hate then get a ticket and join the Fine
(It's Gucci)