Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze

D.A. got dope!

Ice water, turned (Freeze)
in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that you panic
Took an island, flood the
(Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, expansion
Drive a coupe you can in (It's lit)
See the undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for other
Now all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' I still do fraud (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this Z shit (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet the rod (Rod)
This Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

Offset! the brains out the coupe (Boo)
wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist 'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a (Yeah)
She an (Addict),
Addict for the lifestyle and the (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel (Chanel)
I be to death, I need a casket (Drippin')
And we got stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my locked up, for real
I'm tryna 'em (Free, free)
I got a mil', got me the chills,
Don't know what (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that (Hey, hoo)
I'm more Gaddafi, I'm not no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, out of the dungeon
(We the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me
Yeah, and stick right out of Russia

Ice water, turned (Freeze)
Nightcrawling in the (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, flood the (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more
a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
Bitches (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties (Big ass)
Guess we all for each other
Now that all the dawgs (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' jet with the rod (Rod)
that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I do fraud (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this Z shit (This that Z shit)

In a Hellcat I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann
When you get that money, nigga, keep your
I'm slidin' in a coupe, got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET
When your well run dry, you know you me for it
I pull up in the Buick
You know I'm doing
If the police get me, I'm fleeing and eluding
Sleeping on the palette me to a savage
I'm a baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, I'm still jacking
I be sippin' on lean, keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's my Reeboks
I say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like
My lil' baby ride the like a seat lock
When I up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain't what I
busting out my jeans like I do the scheme

up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I do fraud (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, that Z shit (This that Z shit)