Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

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

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

Gucci Mane & Yung 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,

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo
Real niggas only, niggas, y'all 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 your ho, go get the (go get it)
Then I go get me mo' (I need it)
Used to dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, the dope
Yeah, Dolce Gabana (dingy)
I'm ballin' Gucci the coach (I'm ballin')
Step on these niggas, you just a lil (lil roach)
Yeah, rich like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
Water on my neck the (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 blue just my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bad, they do the most (she bad)
I be tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, they down notes
Swear bitches the jewellery, make 'em vote

Gucci Mane & Yung 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,

[Verse 3: Yung
Iceberg,
I see you hang over here
Hatin' nigga (pussy), chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my 'cause 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 touched down, that's a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we waitin' on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got tucked everywhere
Wifey it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this shit not
I fucked the once, but I ain't bought no hair
We can a trip, might fly on the [?]
Hop out the bitch and I'm in Moncler
Yeah, ride with the on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain't done yet
Try to reach for my shit, wouldn't
show no love to no nigga, wouldn't dare
All the bullshit in and out one ear
They broke, I don't

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