Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and 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 like
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an
in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw this shit like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a
been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just sure that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit might come in
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just 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 like "damn I great on it"
I do not fuck with new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you by example

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 out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a and no one can stop me

Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

[Verse 2:
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
I know that you like it, Versace, my and my wrist 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

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

Quavo]

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

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they wishin' knew yah
They 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 that copy
at my closet Versace, Versace

[Hook:

4: Offset]
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
I'm so nicely they can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this 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 white diamonds, they look like the

sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
by the boat, overload
I think I'm the don, but no
This the that I chose,
out the store, can't go back no more
Versace my while I'm selling them bows
Versace take it took out my soul

Quavo]