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 jewelry on me
jewelry on me now
If you think you finna on Gucci
Then just me how
dis me yesterday,
What I'm to do, go cry?
With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the
Just a in my Lambo'
Bought two and a thigh
I'm so hood now
Of course gears while getting high
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
that's my style
fightin',
Hoes fish
Just to my tie
Get smart, smart,
I been this hard in a while
Blow cho
I ain't this hard in a while

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

Wilder a jaguar,
in a Jaguar,
Please play with me
I'll put pistol on your grandpa
I swear I'm so
I I just may need 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
a fish with no water
Swagger perfect,
I as well surf it
And if she fucking
She get the voice mail
Tell it it be,
I do it for the bloods
And every fucking I say
"Soo woop" it's for the
With you just I love
I do it I does
And if you fight,
Then come on you can fight my haha
Weezy man, young

wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie my style
Stupid wild, 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 drank, rims crawlin'
Mostly every I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin',
wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'

Let's do the furs, his and
Started on my nerves so I hit her with a "Burr!"
Hustlers love me, all the haters me,
They brothers wanna me,
They sisters wanna me,
I tell her it baby,
You be my bust it baby,
But in your place, I need my space,
Don't suffocate me,
Back approach us,
clack gats in holsters,
Cops in control us,
us like rats 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, cold juice and kill!
Don't veal,
Italiano, Gallardo,
Yea the big wheels,
Like ya wig spilled,
We'll in ya spot,
Knock knock, of the glock,
It Gucci turn, huh?, You suck it or not?

Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie my style
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie my style
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie that's my
Stupid wild, stupid wild,
Homie 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 fight but I'm shootin', shootin'

Bitches wanna me, mainly
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 cost a stack I'm Gucci,
My wardrobe Gucci'd out I'm boosting
I this all the time
Ya homie shine,
Wanna hate get a ticket and join the line? Fine
(It's Gucci)