Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the off the property
Rap must be cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the that look like Metropolis
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel Atlanta adopted us
What the is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' 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?"
Just make sure that you got a up plan
Cause that might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just on it
This year I'm eating your and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"
I do not with 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 cause business 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

Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace

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

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my
She ask me why my drawers silk, I that bitch "Versace"
print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't

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3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I copped the
You the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it, hot like some Taki
in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

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

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm
I'm draped up in gold, but no
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I think I'm the don, but no
the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go no more
Versace my while I'm selling them bows
Versace take over it out my soul

Quavo]