Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Gang (Remix)

Yuh, yuh, uh
Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup
I don't really with no... (yo)

Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce
gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't really fuck with no names (woah)
Joyner 'bout to go on a (ooh)
don't wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
Get bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil to a rocket flame, yeah
Turn your pink dreads into chains (woo)
All you new rappers be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a (damn)
lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of addicts in the house of pain (woo)
you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This shit made mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This shit your doctors wanna stop a train
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, (Dolce)
Back when I was and no one know me (woah)
I couldn't afford it and now I got the money
I don't even want this shit it ain't for me (Joyner)
I always been myself, you don't me (woah)
I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Lauren
Then I went and signed a and bought a pony (woah)
Yeah I'm taking it back and I'm smacking you bitches and laughing
And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your right back to them
You what's happening
I'm new syllables, acronyms
I guess practice it
You fuckers are embarrassing (pow pow)
You ain't be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds on your all on your conscious
All you niggas watchin I'm spittin', slap all on coffin, I repeat You lost and you fuckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you dream all day, per year (per year)
All you hoe niggas your purse here (purse here)
I am your rapper's worst fear (why?)
Raised in the mud crying, tears (woah)
Just a of kids in the high chair
Couldn't get a buzz if you had lightyear
Wouldn't get no love even if your right here
Niggas got guns so want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the
I ain't been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
by the ghetto
Know some that'll get 'em
Split 'em right the middle like a fuckin' duplex
a nigga toes, make 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I like Hugh Hef
Got a bad bitch, all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' dick so I call her loose (woah)
a panic with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters
I'm to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, I got' em enchanted
Then my fuckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and
'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a fuckin'
I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my
I got 'em they on my dick and grabbin my balls again
Now, uno, dos, tres, quatro, (cinco)
I ain't but I know the lingo (lingo)
told me that my flow a hundred
But my ain't come unless I got a fuckin' single
Well I don't give a about no hit record
I'mma just remix shit and get big off it
I'mma just murder every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother sleep, goddamn
gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, gang, lot of gangs (woah)
I don't really fuck with no brand
Joyner to go on a rampage, ooh
They don't see me let the chopper bang (yeah)
Get this bitch jumping Shabba Ranks, yeah
a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, gang (yeah)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit doin' drugs
how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same,
of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
And all you suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, gang (woo)
I don't really fuck with no brand names,