Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze

D.A. got dope!

Ice water, Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawling in the (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that you panic
an island, flood the mansion
(Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more
Drive a you can stand 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 that all the 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' like I still do (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet the rod (Rod)
This Z shit, this that Z shit (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, this that Z (This that Z shit)

Offset! the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on (Woo, woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 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 Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my locked up, for real
I'm help '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 zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, out of the dungeon
(We the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
got me clutching
Yeah, and this stick out of Russia

Ice water, Atlantic (Freeze)
in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes don't you panic
an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, expansion
a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
Bitches (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties (Big ass)
Guess we all went for 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' like I still do (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this Z shit (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This Z shit)

In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann
you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the on me in BET Awards
When well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I up in the Buick
You know I'm doing
If the police get behind me, I'm fleeing and
on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I in Calabasas
Like I still fiends, like I'm still jacking
I be on lean, tryna 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 dick like a lock
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a
I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, ain't what I mean
Money busting out my jeans 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 Z shit (This that Z shit)
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 that Z (This that Z shit)