Luyện nghe bài hát Thank You

Drum and Gucci
Gucci and Drumma
got dumber
Cause we ain't no younger
Comma after
Comma after
Comma comma
It's Gucci and Drumma

Fell in love with
Damn, I love my
My broke up with me
Cause she said she tired of drugs
around with thugs
Make a move g's
I'mma my cheese
And sell my p's
Yeah, I'm the A
A lot of B's and C's
That's and Crips
Can't forget
the track for a second
I wanna say thank you
All this I made
I wanna be ungrateful
1]
My ten kilos
I'm going crazy Cee-Lo
Stack a bunch of zeroes
But don't go my P.O
My dope got a
It from the free-throw
My kush got a loud smell
You could the shit from Rio
Count a hundred in
butter interior
My jewelry on Frigidaire
My cold as Siberia
Mane, is you serious?
Hell yeah, I'm
Red watch with the red
My diamonds on period
I'm thugged out and I'm in
These other is suspect
Don't who let all these scrubs in
My top down but I'm
All hundreds, got no
He change the subject
Millionaire a mansion
But I came up in the

2]
All the I made
I don't wanna be
out to my blood
I wanna tell him you
you for them drugs
Thank you for bails
Thank you for bricks
Got to use my
Got to check my
Got to run up my
Got ballplayer money, nigga, my stats
a well-known fact
I'mma it up like this
Work my wrist like
Got a old-school in black
and trapper, wear two hats
I got dirty money Diddy
Need to them stacks with Ajax
me Gucci Mane, it's my city
Close the in my Maybach
Diamonds dancing with the
Got 'em at the ice
Pockets fat as Kelly
And I love selling
Gucci!