Luyện nghe bài hát Versace Remix

[Hook:
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace

1: Game]
Nigga worth 25 million and these on my happy they just call me
I had the bitches since I was in eighth grade rocking Herachis
Cause now I got bitches from Compton to wake up in my Bugatti in Abudabe
Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency
These bitches I came with is booshy and all of my niggas is
So I fuck with Drake in LA cause a nigga get in Toronto
Rock leather so much that my closet like there's a zoo in my condo
Versace Versace Versace is all on my Chain
Medusa is all on my neck and I'm rocking these snakes on a
Walking in Louie and Gucci and spending so much I'm going insane
My head be spending like nananana and I never fuck with again
I'm up, tires balled like a motherfucker burnt up
On the day boy through the hood with my nigga
Kev Hart watch a nigga set fire on you
[Kevin Hart] (Ay Game get fire on these one time)
L.A.B-ass nigga, local ass
I'm in Europe, car go yuuur
Your go ..
I up the deuces and pull out my dick and
Put on my
MCM MCM MCM that shit rhyme
These be whack as a bitch but they get away with it all of the time
Far is I am the king
Like I wanna to cup all of my jeans
You can ask we balling with egos
When you in Versace all of my people

2: Drake]
Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'luminati
This is a community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm a
in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit 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 been so quiet, I got the world "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a up plan cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it
This I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look 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 nigga that out the bando
This for my niggas call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly
I'm always the one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out there's no paparazzi
I'm tryna give Halle a baby and no one can stop me

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

3: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you it, Versace, my neck 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 ducks, I know that they're
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch in on my pockets
She ask me why my silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, run with it, nigga don't fumble

[Hook:

4: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I the Mazi
You the mid, I smoke 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 sheet
Go to sleep, I dream
Medusa, Medusa,
These niggas they wishin' knew you
They coppin' the Truey, the Louis
My blunts is fat as
In a shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, call me
Lot of you that copy
at my closet Versace, Versace

[Hook:

[Verse 5:
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this on my body
my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you listen
Them blue and diamonds, they look like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
by the boat, overload
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
the life that I chose
Bought out the store, can't go back no
Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows
Versace take over it took out my

Quavo]