Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Chopper on me and you know that folded
Pistol on me and you know that bitch
Living my just like everything golden
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the
talk shit, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his bitch, fuck on bitch slowly
you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so
it out, diamonds shine in the dark
Water look like VOSS
Fuck her once, break her
Skate on that girl like my name Tony
Had the swag from the start, had the in my car
Duck, I aim with the
Berg, so cold that my made me cough
I ain't took a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
I pulled out that Lamb, no Accord
I'll fuck your bitch and I'll hit record
I took the Xan and then I'll hit the
Walk on the dead, bitch, I on the corpse
Counting the bands, but mentioning Forbes
It like just yesterday, I was poor
up, I'm swagging in Christian Dior

[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 when shooting, I'm you
Caught a cold 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 up that Hitech
Four pockets full, looking like pads
that gangsta shit, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I the strap in my Louie bag
Fuck on bitch, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no
Designer my fashion, I'm still Act

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo
I got them cookies, they fresh out the
and packing, I'm making shit double
Four in the 20, I my shit muddy
Fuck on that hoe, then I call up her
Rich nigga status, I keep the on me
My red bottoms made from the of a pony
My niggas murking, they scared to be opponents
Talking that fuck shit, we right up on it
That don't 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 of the onions
Better go ask your bitch, been getting money
Real Candler Road nigga, you can [?]
I gotta the plug way out in Conyers
I got the paper like 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 me, stop lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you ain't sold a
I'm in the concrete jungle the lions
I need the pints, nigga, I don't buy
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm for mine
360 ring, why the would I sign?

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