Luyện nghe bài hát Stupid Wild

Oh, oh
Gucci! Whats
Gucci! Burr, burr,

On fire, you say you more then nigga you a lie
Homie you and I, know the
That's you and I
jewelry on me then
Stupid on me now
If you think you finna shit on
Then show me how
dis me yesterday,
What I'm to do, go cry?
With my chasin' million dollar mission on the side
Just a in my Lambo'
Bought two and a thigh
I'm so right now
Of course switchin' gears while getting
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
cho chaw
I ain't been this in a while

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

than a jaguar,
in a Jaguar,
Please don't with 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 that bitch know who she for
Mr. Coach
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 voice mail
it like it be,
Bitch I do it for the
And fucking time I say
"Soo woop" it's for the
With you just like I
I do it I does
And if you fight,
come on you can fight my guns haha
Weezy man, young

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
single night I'm ballin',
Sippin' on that drank, rims
Mostly every I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna but I'm shootin', shootin'
Niggas wanna but I'm shootin', shootin'

Let's do the furs, his and
Started gettin' on my so I hit her with a "Burr!"
Hustlers me, all the haters hate me,
They brothers fight me,
They wanna date me,
I tell her it baby,
You could be my it baby,
But in your place, I need my space,
Don't suffocate me,
Back approach 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,
Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, juice and grits kill!
forget 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 suck it or not?

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

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