Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the
Rap must be changing I'm at the top and ain't 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 look Metropolis
I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw this comin' 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
I've so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up
Cause that might come in handy
a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your food and my table got so many on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that out the bando
for my niggas that 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,
Word in New is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle 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, head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I that they're mighty

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

Quavo]

[Verse 3:
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 like I at Hibachi
at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

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

Quavo]

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

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

Quavo]