Luyện nghe bài hát ZEZE (new version)

D.A. got dope!

Ice water, turned (Freeze)
in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you
an island, flood the mansion
(Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more
Drive a coupe you can in (It's lit)
See the 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)
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)
Flyin' jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this Z shit (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),
for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel (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 of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas 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 that (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, 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)
Mean-muggin' got me
Yeah, and stick right out of Russia

Ice water, turned (Freeze)
in the Phantom (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 titties (Big ass)
Guess we all 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' 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)
private jet with 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 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 fire on me in BET
When your well run dry, you know you me for it
I pull up in the Buick
You know what I'm
If the police get me, I'm fleeing and eluding
on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still
I be on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the talk
Your jewelry water whip, like re-rock
My lil' baby 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 ain't 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 still do (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)