Luyện nghe bài hát Walk In With Me

(Gucci Hook)
If you smokin Reggie Bush, then you cannot with me
If you wear products, then you cant walk in with me
If you aint stuffin up a blunt, then yall niggas cant smoke me
If you fake gold, then you cant walk in with me
walk in with me, yall boys cant walk in with me
Cant walk in me, girl you cant walk in with me
walk in with me, boy you cant walk in with me
Nah, walk off enemy, girl you cant walk in with

(Gucci Verse)
Stop, stop, right there
Bitch you know you go
Now, now, do your
Do hair you dirty hoe
Nah, nah, walk with me
Swappin nigga cant walk me
Nah, nah, Im big
Talk that Im off that nigga
Shop with a nigga, come with a nigga
Bout to go to the mall and for her
bag I bag the road, gotta pull in a guil bars for her
My girlfriend so bad, gotta renta cop fo her
I dont roll police man, Im gonn buy a glock for her
Im getting super head, some head
crazy, Im on top of her
Got 6s on my phantom, out the window opera
I got cake like oprah, cookin like oakara
Dont call girl for 30 minutes, i left nut all over her

(Gucci Hook)

(Quavo Verse)
Young Quavo i got on pradas, but I am 1017
You on your uncle pack hell nah you cannot smoke with me
You walk with levis on but I got on them robin jeans
My niggas walk around with bones but nah aint no busy bees
You niggas makin no noise
straight in the club my boys
Got niggas that will hit you like
Got 100 rounds in a toy
I got a rollie on not kors
100 bricks, check the scoreboard
Throwing like I hit the back-board
You got the bag get the rap for
Nah you walk in with me
With those levis on and them jeans
Dont even pass no to me
Im a big dog nigga you a to me
Me and smokin gas, at a round table counting cash
Chop it up by the bag
Selling white with no ass

(Gucci Hook)

(Takeoff Verse)
No you cant thru with me, hell nah
you not bricksquad
pads on my robin jeans
Versace, medusa my
Im clean, just like Mr. Clean, you a peon nigga, your a
bag and Im walking with a limp
drop the top in my lamb i got a
Errybody be a trap god,
But aint plugged in the trap god
Trap god, he blessed me, so erryday i wake i gotta god
Diamonds all in my dog tags, thats a hundrred bands in that louie bag, and a hundred birds in jag
got the goons outside, black
lil boy got robbed for the
Pass a blunt my name steve nash..
i shop and im checkin for the tag
put a on your head thats a price tag
yall niggas never did that (never ever)
never ever ever the jag
1017 flags
i up the dro he bring me the bags

[Gucci Mane