Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

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

[Verse 1: Mane]
Give 'em
Got lil baby the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she rock them tips (brr brr)
Said she fuck with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
They call me Guwop, I got so much (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in Atlanta, I'm the mayor (EA)
I Pablo, he told 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 would my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, told him keep the 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,

2: Hoodrich 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, my head to my toe
Fuck on ho, go get the dough (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, Gabana 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 eyes and they say approach (look at me, nigga)
the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds blue like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bad, they do the most (she bad)
I be poppin' tags to jump in the
Gotta watch your swag, takin' down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, 'em vote

[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 3: Yung
Iceberg,
I see you hang from here
Hatin' nigga (pussy), that 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'
down 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, yeah
Pocket full of crip hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were waitin' on welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got racks tucked
made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this not fair
I fucked the bitch once, but I ain't no hair
We can take a trip, fly on the [?]
Hop out the and I'm fresh in Moncler
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 goin' in and out one ear
They broke, I don't

[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,