Luyện nghe bài hát Scooby & Shaggy

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

[Verse 1 -
Finessing the with accuracy, now he after me
Got 100 Ps in the Sprinter, nigga no
And I got that chicken, no Mrs.
the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass after dinner
Call me the Godzilla
Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, call it
thrill her in Manila
Fuck her from the back, I'm a pillar
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 would you tell on your peer?
If you hold it down, keep it 100, you
Samurai cut the brick, Kill Bill
I trap out the mansion on Beverly
RIP to Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo Will
I know that money a blessing
I'm thanking the lord when I
We the only niggas in the having seals
Naw, for real!

[Verse 2 -
Feeling like Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I'm
Walk in the room with these trophies on my neck you in a banquet
You acting you really tough but you soft in the heart, you a diamond
Lil nigga hopped off the porch, I was
a young 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 bitch while you take her on dates
Nobody I smash her on my lake
fast to the plug, juuged him for 8
Stacking bricks, LA Clippers, me Blake
the lord for my situation
Used to bricks on the intersection
Act, daily medication
Who really in investigations
You gonna tell what you facing
He got out of jail and couldn't [?]
It's a mystery, can't solve the case
Don't be nigga put on a plate

[Verse 3 -
Finesse him with
Running the work, police tryna tackle me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Quality factory
Abracadabra, work disappear
I'm in the whipping, it's a tragedy
Whipping the masterpiece, I go smoke on my balcony
My niggas and family on me
Trapping that snow white in 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
Start with a cutie, it down
Bag it up, wrap it up, was the plan
Now I'm pitching and curveballs
Or I can it to you underhand
Remember trapping out of
we won Grammys
Now you niggas cannot on my property 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