Luyện nghe bài hát ZEZE (new version)

D.A. got dope!

Ice water, Atlantic (Freeze)
in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told hoes that don't 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 bitches (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each
Now that all the dawgs (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)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, that Z shit (This that Z shit)

Offset! Blow the out the coupe (Boo)
wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she (Ice)
her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an (Addict),
Addict for the lifestyle and the (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever Chanel fabrics? (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 like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for
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 like Gaddafi, I'm not no (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, runnin' (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it (Clone, haha)
We the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon
(We the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me
Yeah, and this stick out of Russia

Ice water, turned (Freeze)
Nightcrawling in the (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that you panic
Took an island, the mansion (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 lover (Big ass)
we all went for each 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 do fraud (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This 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)

In a Hellcat I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, your heart
I'm in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you me for it
When I pull up in the
You know what I'm
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 stay in
I still serve fiends, like 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, like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a seat
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 still do (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, that Z shit (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)