Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

[Intro: Mane]
Aye, [?]
(Gucci)
Eskimo shit,
Genius, Wop
It's
Shoutout my partner
shit, nigga
What, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah,

[Verse 1: Gucci
Give 'em
Got lil from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I she rock them solid tips (brr brr)
Said she with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it's Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
They call me Guwop, I got so clientele (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I'm the (EA)
I Pablo, he told me, Go get Mal and Quill (Blo, Mal)
we so trill (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, 12, I'm a Eskimo myself (brr brr)
Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, that hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, told him keep the and dip

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo
Real niggas only, y'all niggas, some hoes
Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we (1017 shit)
Yeah, didn't know that we used to be poor
Yeah, drippin' designer, ooh, my head to my toe
Fuck on ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some mo' (I it)
Used to trap dope at the stove (I to)
Ooh, the dope
Yeah, Gabana peacoat (dingy)
I'm ballin' Gucci the coach (I'm ballin')
Step on niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, rich like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
Water on my the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and say don't approach (look at me, nigga)
Cookin' the chickens on the pot like (boom)
All my hundreds just like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bad, they do the most (she bad)
I be poppin' tags to jump in the
Gotta watch your swag, they down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, make 'em

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

[Verse 3: Mal]
Iceberg,
I see you hang from over
nigga (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my dick I signed me a deal
Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a
Bust down on my wrist, I should've bought a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pocket full of crip hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we waitin' on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got tucked everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this shit not
I fucked the bitch once, but I ain't no hair
We can take a trip, fly on the [?]
Hop out the bitch and I'm in Moncler
Yeah, ride the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my and I ain't near done yet
Try to for my shit, wouldn't dare
Can't show no love to no nigga, dare
All the bullshit in and out one ear
They broke, I care

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Mal]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,