Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

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

[Verse 1: Gucci
'em hell
Got lil from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she them solid tips (brr brr)
Said she fuck Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it's Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
They call me Guwop, I got so 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, fuck 12, I'm a Eskimo (brr brr)
Can't sign no ass nigga, that 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,

2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real niggas only, y'all niggas, y'all hoes
Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we (1017 shit)
Yeah, they know that we used to be poor
Yeah, drippin' designer, ooh, from my to my toe
Fuck on your ho, go get the (go get it)
I go get me some mo' (I need it)
Used to dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, the dope
Yeah, Dolce peacoat (dingy)
I'm ballin' Gucci the coach (I'm ballin')
Step on these niggas, you a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, nigga like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
on my neck the coast (water)
Look in my and they say don't approach (look at me, nigga)
Cookin' the on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, do the most (she bad)
I be tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, takin' down notes
Swear like the jewellery, make 'em vote

[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 3: Yung
Iceberg,
I see you from over here
Hatin' nigga (pussy), that chopper hit ass from over here
All hoes on my dick 'cause I signed me a deal
sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil'
Bust on my left wrist, I should've bought a crib (ice)
The pack touched down, that's a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell
full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
We had shit, we were waitin' on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got racks everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this not fair
I fucked the bitch once, but I ain't bought no
We can a trip, might fly on the [?]
Hop out the bitch and I'm fresh in
Yeah, with the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my and I ain't 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
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,