Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
This is a community, please 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 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 sellin' a million first week, man I I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw this shit like I had binoculars

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

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a
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 Heights are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle 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 head on me I'm 'Luminati
I know you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I that they're mighty

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

[Hook:

3: Takeoff]
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 dope like I work at
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas wishin' 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 the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my Versace, Versace

Quavo]

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

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

Quavo]