Luyện nghe bài hát Scooby & Shaggy

[Hook -
I his bitch, he mad at me
It was a mystery, Doo and Shaggy
I took the package
He was what happened
It was a mystery, Doo and Shaggy
Scooby Doo, it was a
Touchdown, going down in
Sorry you missed me, Scooby Doo, it's a mystery
Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra it's
Finessing accuracy, abracadabra it's magically

[Verse 1 -
the plug with accuracy, now he after me
Got 100 Ps in the Sprinter, no athlete
And I got that chicken, no Mrs.
Meet the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass dinner
Call me Quavo the
Red Bentley, on it, call it thriller
Diamonds her in Manila
Fuck her from the back, I'm a pillar
You pull up with choppers but are you a
mirror, got a riddle for you fuck niggas
What if you get in a
If you catch a would you tell on your peer?
If you hold it down, it 100, you real
Samurai sword cut the brick, Bill
I trap out the mansion on Beverly
RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Will
I know that this a blessing
I'm the lord when I kneel
We the only niggas in the city seals
Naw, for real!

[Verse 2 -
like Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I'm thankful
Walk in the room with these trophies on my like you in a banquet
You acting you really tough but you soft in the heart, you a diamond
Lil nigga off the porch, I was anxious
Just a young nigga old niggas
and finesse a nigga on my faith
[?] pistol, say my
We in the jungle, my go ape
Whipping the dummy, what I create
I fuck your while you take her on dates
know I smash her on my lake
Talking fast to the plug, him for 8
Stacking bricks, LA Clippers, call me
Thanking the for my situation
to have bricks on the intersection
Sipping Act, medication
Who really real in
You tell because what you facing
He got out of and they couldn't [?]
It's a mystery, even solve the case
be that nigga put on a plate

[Verse 3 -
Finesse him accuracy
Running with the work, tryna tackle me
days, long nights, trapping at the Quality Control factory
Abracadabra, disappear magically
I'm in the kitchen whipping, it's a
Whipping the masterpiece, then I go on my balcony
My niggas and family on me
Trapping snow white in that van, they calling me ice cream man
I see trash bags but no trash, nigga I'm the bag man
I see red and white lights, undercover lurking in the Sedan
with a cutie, break it down
Bag it up, wrap it up, that was the
Now I'm pitching soft and
Or I can it to you underhand
Remember trapping out of
Until we won
Now you niggas cannot step on my or my grass, feel like I'm Stanly
I his bitch, he mad at me
Fuck em em, pull up on him in the alley