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 like happened
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and
Scooby Doo, it was a
Touchdown, going in history
Sorry you missed me, call Doo, it's a mystery
Finessing accuracy, abracadabra it's magically
Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra it's

1 - Quavo]
Finessing the plug 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 his ass after dinner
Call me the Godzilla
Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, call it
Diamonds thrill her in
Fuck her from the back, I'm facing a
You pull up with choppers but are you a
Mirror mirror, got a riddle for you fuck
if you get in a pickle?
If you catch a would you tell on your peer?
If you it down, keep it 100, you real
Samurai sword cut the brick, Bill
I out the mansion on Beverly Hill
RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo
I know that this a blessing
I'm the lord when I kneel
We the niggas in the city having seals
Naw, for real!

[Verse 2 -
Feeling like Marshawn in the interview, I'm thankful
Walk in the room with these trophies on my neck like you in a
You acting like you really tough but you 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 bitch while you take her on
Nobody know I her on my lake
Talking fast to the plug, him for 8
bricks, LA Clippers, call me Blake
Thanking the lord for my
Used to have on the intersection
Sipping Act, medication
Who real in investigations
You gonna tell what you facing
He got out of jail and couldn't [?]
It's a mystery, can't even the case
Don't be that put on a plate

[Verse 3 -
him with accuracy
Running with the work, police tryna me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Control factory
Abracadabra, work magically
I'm in the kitchen whipping, it's a
Whipping the masterpiece, I go smoke on my balcony
My and family count on me
Trapping that snow in that van, they calling me ice cream man
I see trash bags but no trash, I'm the trash bag man
I see red and white blue lights, lurking in the Sedan
Start with a cutie, it down
Bag it up, it up, that was the plan
Now I'm pitching and curveballs
Or I can pitch it to you
Remember out of Camrys
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 fuck em, up on him in the alley