Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

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

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

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

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

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Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
I know that you it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever 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 the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you copy
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they wishin' knew yah
They coppin' the Truey, the Louie
My is fat as Rasputia
Feet and same 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 stripes on my
I'm dressin' so they can't even copy
You'd I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is
Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they like the Pistons

sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, that's
Bricks by the boat,
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling bows
Versace take it took out my soul

Quavo]