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, Scooby Doo, it's a mystery
Finessing accuracy, abracadabra it's magically
Finessing accuracy, abracadabra it's magically

1 - Quavo]
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 after
Call me the Godzilla
Red Bentley, on it, call it thriller
thrill her in Manila
Fuck her the back, I'm facing a pillar
You pull up with choppers but are you a
Mirror mirror, got a for you fuck niggas
if you get in a pickle?
If you catch a body would you tell on your
If you it down, keep it 100, you real
Samurai sword cut the brick, Kill
I out the mansion on Beverly Hill
RIP to Uncle Phil, prince, call me Quavo Will
I know that this money a
I'm thanking the lord I kneel
We the only niggas in the having seals
Naw, for real!

[Verse 2 -
Feeling Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I'm thankful
Walk in the room with these trophies on my neck you in a banquet
You acting like you really tough but you in the heart, you a diamond
Lil hopped off the porch, I was anxious
Just a nigga old niggas embraced
Juug and finesse a 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 her on dates
Nobody know I smash her on my
Talking fast to the plug, him for 8
Stacking bricks, LA Clippers, me Blake
Thanking the lord for my
Used to bricks on the intersection
Sipping Act, medication
Who really real in
You gonna tell because you facing
He got out of jail and couldn't [?]
It's a mystery, can't even solve the
Don't be that nigga put on a

[Verse 3 -
him with accuracy
Running with the work, police tryna me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Quality Control
Abracadabra, disappear 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 white in 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, undercover lurking in the
Start a cutie, break it down
Bag it up, wrap it up, that was the
Now I'm pitching soft and
Or I can pitch it to you
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 fuck em, pull up on him in the