Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

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

[Verse 1: Mane]
Give 'em
Got lil baby from the Chi, she be
[?] flow, I she rock them solid tips (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 Atlanta, I'm the mayor (EA)
I signed Pablo, he me, Go get Mal and Quill (Blo, Mal)
we so trill (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, fuck 12, I'm a myself (brr brr)
Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, that hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, 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: Pablo Juan]
Real only, y'all 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, from my to my toe
Fuck on ho, go get the dough (go get it)
I go get me some mo' (I need it)
Used to dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, whippin' the
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 nigga Lil Boat (rich nigga)
on my neck the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and they say don't (look at me, nigga)
Cookin' the 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 tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, they down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, 'em vote

[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,

[Verse 3: Mal]
Iceberg,
I see you hang over here
Hatin' nigga (pussy), that hit your ass from over here
All these on my dick 'cause I signed me a deal
Better to Big Wop if you want you a mil'
Bust down on my left wrist, I should've bought a (ice)
The pack just touched down, that's a football
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell
Pocket of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
We had shit, we were waitin' on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got tucked 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 take a trip, fly on the [?]
Hop out the bitch and I'm fresh in
Yeah, ride the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain't near yet
Try to reach for my shit, wouldn't
Can't show no love to no nigga, dare
All the bullshit in and out one ear
broke, I don't care

[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,