Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Chopper on me and you that bitch folded
Pistol on me and you know that bitch
Living my life just like everything
I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him
I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
Said you getting money, you gotta show me
I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds shine in the
Water look like VOSS
Fuck her once, her heart
Skate on girl like my name Tony Hawk
Had the from the start, had the shit in my car
Duck, I aim with the
Berg, so cold my watch made me cough
I never took a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
I pulled out that Lamb, no Accord
I'll fuck bitch and then I'll hit record
I took the Xan and then I'll hit the
Walk on the dead, bitch, I on the corpse
the bands, but y'all mentioning Forbes
It felt just yesterday, I was poor
Wake up, I'm swagging in Dior

[Chorus: Pablo Juan]
I'm like I was Zoboomafoo
Got and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I up a blunt or two
Your bitch fuck when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do
Good aim shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a from my ice, ah-choo
All Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking platinum cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up Hitech
Four full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't 'bout that
I keep the strap in my bag
Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm through that
Filthy like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still Act

[Verse 2: Pablo Juan]
I got cookies, they fresh out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making double
Four in the 20, I my shit muddy
on that hoe, then I call up her buddy
Rich status, I keep the strap on me
My red made from the hair of a pony
My young niggas murking, they to be opponents
Talking that fuck shit, we right up on it
That pint come sealed, nigga, I don't want it
I trap out the bando, nigga, it's haunted
HoodWolf, leave me with the in the dungeon
I still serve a nigga a bale of the
go ask your bitch, I've been getting money
Real Road nigga, you can serve [?]
I gotta the plug way out in Conyers
I got the like folder dividers
Buy the work, no
Real street nigga, I ain't no dummies
get it the way we trying, nigga, you'll die
I can seen a nigga acting like me, lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you sold a dime
I'm in the concrete jungle the lions
I the pints, nigga, I don't buy lines
I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for mine
360 ring, why the fuck I sign?

[Chorus: Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing like I was
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci
up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your bitch wanna fuck when she through
Sensei up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a from my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up Hitech
Four pockets full, looking thigh pads
Talking gangsta shit, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my bag
Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm through that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't with no rats
my fashion, I'm still sipping Act