Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a gated community, get the fuck off the property
Rap be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like adopted us
What the is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in
The pillows' Versace, the are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the like "What the fuck is he planning?"
make sure that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit might come in
a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm your food and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man how you lead by example

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word in New York is the Dyckman and girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

[Verse 2:
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
I know that you it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga fumble

Quavo]

[Verse 3:
You can do Truey, I do it
You the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they they knew yah
They coppin' the Truey, the Louie
My blunts is fat as
and same shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my closet Versace,

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4: Offset]
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even
You'd I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, kissin'
My is pissing, my swag is exquisite
Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm
I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
by the boat, overload
I think I'm the don, but no
This the that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go back no
my clothes while I'm selling them bows
Versace take it took out my soul

Quavo]