Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

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

[Verse 1: Mane]
Give 'em
Got lil from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I she rock them solid tips (brr brr)
Said she fuck with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, 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)
we so trill (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, 12, I'm a Eskimo myself (brr brr)
Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, that would my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, told him the cash and dip

[Chorus: Gucci & 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: Pablo Juan]
Real niggas only, niggas, y'all some hoes
Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we (1017 shit)
Yeah, they didn't know that we used to be
Yeah, drippin' designer, ooh, from my to my toe
Fuck on ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me mo' (I need it)
Used to trap dope at the (I used to)
Ooh, whippin' the
Yeah, Dolce peacoat (dingy)
I'm ballin' Gucci the coach (I'm ballin')
on these niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, rich nigga like Lil (rich nigga)
on my neck the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and they say approach (look at me, nigga)
Cookin' the on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds blue just like my (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, they do the (she bad)
I be tags to jump in the Ghost
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 here
nigga (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my dick I signed me a deal
sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil'
Bust down on my left wrist, I bought a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, that's a field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell
Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got tucked everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear,
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 stick on the front
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain't near yet
Try to reach for my shit, dare
Can't show no love to no nigga, wouldn't
All the goin' in and out one ear
broke, I don't 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,