Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like 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 wanting a verse for a verse, but man not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, in the backyard 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
the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw this comin' like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when 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?"
Just make sure you got a back up plan
Cause that might come in handy
Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to a piano
Fuck all your cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you 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, take a famous girl out with me, no
I'm trying give Halle Berry a and no one can stop me

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

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, head on me like 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 that mighty

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

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3: Takeoff]
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 copy
Cookin' this dope like I at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

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

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King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so they can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is
Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look the Pistons

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

Quavo]