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,

1: Gucci Mane]
Give 'em
Got lil from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she them solid tips (brr brr)
Said she fuck with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
They me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr)
as hell, in East Atlanta, I'm the mayor (EA)
I signed Pablo, he me, Go get Mal and Quill (Blo, Mal)
'Cause we so (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, 12, I'm a Eskimo myself (brr brr)
Can't no snitch ass nigga, that would hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, him keep 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: Hoodrich Pablo
Real niggas only, y'all niggas, y'all 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 dope at the stove (I to)
Ooh, the dope
Yeah, Dolce Gabana (dingy)
I'm ballin' like the coach (I'm ballin')
Step on niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, rich nigga like Lil (rich nigga)
Water on my the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and say don't approach (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 takin' notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, make 'em

[Chorus: 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: Mal]
Iceberg,
I see you hang over here
Hatin' (pussy), that 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
down on my left wrist, I should've bought a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell
Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were waitin' on some
Now we up, bitch, we got racks everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear,
Got so much cash, this not fair
I fucked the once, but I ain't bought no hair
We can take a trip, fly on the [?]
Hop out the and I'm fresh in Moncler
Yeah, ride the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I near done yet
Try to reach for my shit, dare
Can't show no love to no nigga, dare
All the bullshit in and out one ear
They broke, I 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,