Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the
Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and no one on top of me
Niggas be a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' like I had

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just sure that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit might in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, wait on it
This year I'm eating your and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my on it
in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas call up Fernando to move a piano
all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can me

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Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so
Versace, Versace, I it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been in the jungle
Try to my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

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3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I dream

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they wishin' they yah
coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as
Feet and same shirt like I'm Tony the
I'm the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you niggas that
Look at my Versace, Versace

Quavo]

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King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even
You'd think I'm Egyptian, gold on my body
my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Young Offset no but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm them bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, that's
Bricks by the boat,
I think I'm the don, but no
the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go back no
Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows
Versace take it took out my soul

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