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,

[Verse 1: Gucci
Give 'em
Got lil from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I she rock them solid tips (brr brr)
Said she fuck 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 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, that hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, told him the cash 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 only, y'all 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 your ho, go get the (go get it)
Then I go get me mo' (I need it)
Used to trap at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, the dope
Yeah, Dolce Gabana (dingy)
I'm ballin' like Gucci the (I'm ballin')
Step on niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, nigga like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
Water on my neck the (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 blue just like my (blue hundreds)
All my bad, they do the most (she bad)
I be poppin' to jump in the Ghost
Gotta your swag, they takin' down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, 'em vote

Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

[Verse 3: Yung
Iceberg,
I see you hang from here
Hatin' (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All hoes on my dick 'cause I signed me a deal
Better sign to Big Wop if you you a mil'
down on my left wrist, I should've bought a crib (ice)
The pack just down, that's a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell
full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got racks everywhere
Wifey made it, 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 and I'm fresh in Moncler
Yeah, ride with the 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, wouldn't
All the goin' in and out one ear
They broke, I care

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