Luyện nghe bài hát ZEZE (new version)

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)
the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can 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 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' like I do fraud (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' I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)

Offset! Blow the 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 lifestyle and the (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a (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 happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more Gaddafi, I'm not no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
be clonin', I find it funny (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 watch is out of budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me
Yeah, and stick right out of Russia

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)
Bitches (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and lover (Big ass)
Guess we all for each 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)
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 still do (Fraud)
Flyin' jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)

In a Hellcat I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I owe a nigga nann favor
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 your well run dry, you know you me for it
I pull up in the Buick
You know what I'm
If the get behind me, I'm fleeing and eluding
Sleeping on the turned 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 balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like
My lil' baby ride the dick like a lock
I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain't what I
Money busting out my jeans like I do the

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 that Z (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 that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)