Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Chopper on me and you know bitch folded
Pistol on me and you know that loaded
Living my life like everything golden
When I say that, I'm talking the Rollie
Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him
I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
Said you getting money, then you gotta me
I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds in the dark
Water ring look like
her once, break her heart
Skate on that like my name Tony Hawk
Had the from the start, had the shit in my car
Duck, I aim with the
Berg, so cold that my made me cough
I ain't never took a loss, keep it a hundred, of
I pulled out that Lamb, no Honda
I'll fuck your bitch and then hit record
I took the Xan and then hit the snore
Walk on the dead, bitch, I trip on the
Counting the bands, but mentioning Forbes
It felt just yesterday, I was poor
up, I'm swagging in Christian Dior

[Chorus: Hoodrich 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 wanna fuck when she come through
Sensei up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim shooting, I'm hunting you
a cold from my ice, ah-choo
All black pull up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, the best
I got the juice, I pour up that
Four pockets full, looking like pads
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't that Hoodrich
I keep the in my Louie bag
Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no
Designer my fashion, I'm sipping Act

2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got cookies, they fresh out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making double
in the 20, I like my shit muddy
Fuck on that hoe, then I call up her
Rich status, I keep the strap on me
My red made from the hair of a pony
My young niggas murking, they scared to be
Talking fuck shit, we pulling right up on it
That pint don't come sealed, nigga, I want it
I out the bando, nigga, like 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
Candler Road nigga, you can serve [?]
I gotta the plug way out in Conyers
I got the like folder dividers
Buy the work, no
Real nigga, I ain't taking no dummies
get it the way we trying, nigga, you'll die
I can seen a acting like me, stop lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you sold a dime
I'm in the concrete with 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 would I

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