Luyện nghe bài hát Scooby & Shaggy

[Hook -
I his bitch, he mad at me
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and
I took the package
He was like happened
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and
Scooby Doo, it was a
Touchdown, down in history
Sorry you me, call Scooby Doo, it's a mystery
with 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, nigga no
And I got chicken, no Mrs. Winters
Meet the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass after
Call me the Godzilla
Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, call it
Diamonds her in Manila
Fuck her from the back, I'm facing a
You pull up choppers but are you a killer?
mirror, got a riddle for you fuck niggas
What if you get in a
If you catch a body would you tell on your
If you hold it down, keep it 100, you
Samurai sword cut the brick, Kill
I trap out the on Beverly Hill
RIP to Uncle Phil, prince, call me Quavo Will
I know that this money a
I'm the lord when I kneel
We the only niggas in the city having
Naw, for real!

[Verse 2 -
like Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I'm thankful
Walk in the room these trophies on my neck like you in a banquet
You acting like you tough but you soft in the heart, you a diamond
Lil nigga hopped off the porch, I was
Just a nigga old niggas embraced
Juug and finesse a nigga on my
[?] pistol, say my
We in the jungle, my go ape
the dummy, this what I create
I fuck bitch 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 lord for my
to have bricks on the intersection
Sipping Act, medication
Who really in investigations
You gonna because what you facing
He got out of and they couldn't [?]
It's a mystery, even solve the case
Don't be that put on a plate

[Verse 3 -
Finesse him with
Running the work, police tryna tackle me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Control factory
Abracadabra, disappear magically
I'm in the kitchen whipping, it's a
the masterpiece, then I go smoke on my balcony
My and family count on me
Trapping that white in that van, they calling me ice cream man
I see trash but no trash, nigga 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 soft and
Or I can pitch it to you
Remember out of Camrys
we won Grammys
Now you niggas cannot step on my property or my grass, like I'm Stanly
I his bitch, he mad at me
Fuck em fuck em, up on him in the alley