Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the off the property
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 think I'm sellin' a million week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin'
Saw this shit comin' I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I won a Grammy
been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make that you got a back up plan
Cause shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just on it
This year I'm your food and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with 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 up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you by example

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word in New is the Dyckman and Heights 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 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 know you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my
My plug, he Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
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, nigga fumble

[Hook:

3: 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' dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I Versace

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they they knew yah
They coppin' the Truey, the Louie
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
at my closet Versace, Versace

[Hook:

4: Offset]
King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas
Them blue and diamonds, they look like the Pistons

sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
This the that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go no more
Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows
Versace take over it out my soul

Quavo]