Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

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

[Verse 1: Gucci
'em hell
Got lil from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she rock them solid (brr brr)
Said she fuck with Z Money, he his self (Z Money, it's Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
They me Guwop, I got so much 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)
'Cause we so (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, fuck 12, I'm a Eskimo (brr brr)
Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, would hurt my rep (no)
out he pussy, told him keep the cash 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 Juan]
Real only, y'all niggas, y'all some hoes
Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we (1017 shit)
Yeah, they know that we used to be poor
Yeah, designer, ooh, from my head to my toe
on your ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some mo' (I it)
to trap dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, whippin' the
Yeah, Gabana peacoat (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 the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and say don't approach (look at me, nigga)
the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds just like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, they do the (she bad)
I be poppin' tags to jump in the
Gotta watch your swag, they takin' down
Swear like 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,

3: Yung Mal]
Iceberg,
I see you hang over here
Hatin' (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my dick 'cause I signed me a
Better to Big Wop if you want you a mil'
Bust down on my left wrist, I should've a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, that's a field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pocket full of crip hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were waitin' on some
Now we up, bitch, we got tucked everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds clear, yeah
Got so much cash, shit not fair
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 fresh in
Yeah, ride with the stick on the front
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I near done yet
Try to reach for my shit, wouldn't
Can't show no love to no nigga, dare
All the goin' in and out one ear
broke, I don't care

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