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, expansion
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 other
Now that all the free (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' jet with 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 still do (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)
Police talk, but I'm on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a (Yeah)
She an (Addict),
Addict for the and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, you ever felt 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 field David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for
I'm help 'em (Free, free)
I got a mil', got me the chills,
Don't what happened (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 I'm David, Goliath 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 can't me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me
Yeah, and this right out of Russia

Ice water, turned (Freeze)
in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them that don't you panic
Took an island, the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, expansion
Drive a coupe you can in (It's lit)
undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and lover (Big ass)
we all went for each other
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' I still 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' like I still do (Fraud)
Flyin' jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, that Z shit (This that Z shit)

In a Hellcat I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your
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 get behind me, I'm fleeing and eluding
Sleeping on the palette me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in
Like I still serve fiends, I'm still jacking
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my
I don't say much, I just let the talk
Your jewelry water whip, like re-rock
My baby ride the dick like a seat lock
I stepped 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 what I mean
Money busting out my jeans I do the scheme

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 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 (This that Z shit)