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 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 that look like Metropolis
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I like Atlanta adopted us
the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw this shit like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we at the mansion when we in Miami
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 sure that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, wait on it
This I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it

inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause is business, its strictly financial
I'm the first one to get it, man that's 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 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 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 that they're 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 been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, 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 Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

Quavo]

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

sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know I'm living
I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
by the boat, overload
I think I'm the don, but no
This the that I chose,
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling bows
take over it took out my soul

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