Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a gated community, please get the off the property
Rap must be changing I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I I'm an optimist
Born in but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

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

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause 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,
in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out me, no paparazzi
I'm give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

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

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 ain't ever been in the
Try to take my sack, run with it, nigga don't fumble

[Hook:

[Verse 3:
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I copped the
You the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like Taki
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I Versace

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they wishin' knew yah
They the Truey, remixing the Louie
My is fat as Rasputia
Feet and same shirt like I'm the Tiger
I'm the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you that copy
at my closet Versace, Versace

[Hook:

[Verse 4:
of Versace, Medusa my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't copy
think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is
Young no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and diamonds, they look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them in my pocket
You know I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling them
take over it took out my soul

[Hook: