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 what
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and
Doo, it was a mystery
Touchdown, going down in
Sorry you me, call Scooby Doo, it's a mystery
Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra magically
Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra magically

[Verse 1 -
Finessing the with 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 dinner
me Quavo the Godzilla
Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, it thriller
Diamonds thrill her in
Fuck her the back, I'm facing 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 body would you tell on your
If you hold it down, it 100, you real
sword cut the brick, Kill Bill
I trap out the on Beverly Hill
RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo
I know this money a blessing
I'm thanking the when I kneel
We the niggas in the city having seals
Naw, for real!

[Verse 2 -
Feeling like Lynch 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 but you soft in the heart, you a diamond
Lil nigga off the porch, I was anxious
Just a young old niggas embraced
Juug and finesse a on my faith
[?] pistol, say my
We in the jungle, my go ape
Whipping the dummy, this I create
I your bitch while you take her on dates
Nobody know I her on my lake
Talking to the plug, juuged him for 8
bricks, LA Clippers, call me Blake
Thanking the for my situation
Used to bricks on the intersection
Act, daily medication
Who really real in
You gonna because what you facing
He got out of jail and they [?]
It's a mystery, can't even solve the
Don't be nigga put on a plate

[Verse 3 -
Finesse him with
Running with the work, police tryna me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Quality factory
Abracadabra, work magically
I'm in the kitchen whipping, it's a
Whipping the masterpiece, I go smoke on my balcony
My niggas and family on me
Trapping that snow in that van, they calling me ice cream man
I see bags but no trash, nigga I'm the trash bag man
I see red and blue lights, undercover lurking in the Sedan
Start with a cutie, it down
Bag it up, wrap it up, that was the
Now I'm soft and curveballs
Or I can pitch it to you
Remember out of Camrys
Until we won
Now you cannot step on my property 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