Luyện nghe bài hát Versace (Freestyle)

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Versace,
Its killers, niggas that's all in my posse (shooters!)
I'm so rich that they making up rumors that I'm illuminati (rich!)
me and my niggas we killin' these bitches, go body for body (murders!)
These be hating, they praying to God that I don't cop a Bugatti
Hold up, the top on the rari
Pull in the club and I'm the party
Hold up, got bitches on
They poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at with PeeWee and Tip
with Lou
I did everything that I I would do
I really won't tell you I'm better than you
But not on the same level as you
the G55 got a hell of a view
Regular niggas make regular
ya regular bitch and ya regular crew
And you nigga still on regular too? Like word?!
What a shame, my
Louboutin like Game, my nigga
Get tryna aim, my nigga
Saddam Hussein, my nigga
I'm whippin' this new machine
100 bands in my
Call yo bitch Sanders
She done ran through the
I got out the D
They on the team
Do for me
I mix that xan with the
Hold up, let me get it
Versace,
I'm gettin' this money, I'm my broccoli (racks!)
I'm my city
You might gotta pay me if you land on my (tax!)
I bought the boardwalk and I on the ave
Shit, my life's monopoly
You caught a new case and you got jail
Boy, you look a cop to me
(Get out of jail card?)