Luyện nghe bài hát Walk In With Me

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

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

(Gucci Hook)

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

(Gucci Hook)

(Takeoff Verse)
No you cant walk with me, hell nah
you not 1017
thigh on my robin jeans
Versace, medusa my
Im clean, just like Mr. Clean, you a nigga, your a shrimp
pistol bag and Im with a limp
drop the top in my lamb i got a
Errybody wanna be a god,
But plugged in with the trap god
Trap god, he blessed me, so erryday i i gotta thank god
Diamonds all in my dog tags, thats a hundrred bands in that louie bag, and a hundred in that jag
got the goons outside, masks
lil boy got robbed for the
Pass a like my name steve nash..
when i and im checkin for the tag
put a bird on head thats a price tag
yall young never did that (never ever)
never ever copped the jag
bricksquad flags
i sell up the dro he me the bags

[Gucci Mane