Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, get the fuck 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 for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us
What the fuck is you talkin'
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in
The Versace, the sheets 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 that you got a up plan
Cause that might come in handy
Started a label, the is comin' September, just wait on it
This I'm eating your food and my table 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 your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly
I'm always the first one to get it, man how you lead by example

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word in New York is the Dyckman and girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous out with me, no paparazzi
I'm give Halle Berry a baby 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 on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that mighty

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

[Hook:

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

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they they knew yah
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the
My is fat as Rasputia
Feet and shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, call me
Lot of you niggas that
Look at my Versace, Versace

Quavo]

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

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my
You know I'm living
I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, that's
by the boat, overload
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go no more
my clothes while I'm selling them bows
Versace take over it took out my

Quavo]