Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

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

Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing I was Zoboomafoo
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
aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a from my ice, ah-choo
All Ghost pull 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 like pads
Talking that shit, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the in my Louie bag
on your bitch, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy rich the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm sipping Act

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Juan]
I got them cookies, they out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making double
in the 20, I like my shit muddy
Fuck on that hoe, I call up her buddy
Rich status, I keep the strap on me
My red bottoms from the hair of a pony
My young niggas murking, scared to be opponents
Talking that shit, we pulling right up on it
That pint don't sealed, nigga, I don't want it
I trap out the bando, nigga, like haunted
HoodWolf, me with the dragon in the dungeon
I still serve a a bale of the onions
Better go ask bitch, I've been getting money
Candler Road nigga, you can serve [?]
I gotta meet the way out in Conyers
I got the like folder dividers
Buy the work, no
Real street nigga, I ain't no dummies
Can't get it the way we trying, nigga, die
I can a nigga acting like me, stop lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you ain't a dime
I'm in the concrete jungle with the
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: Hoodrich Pablo
I'm dressing I was Zoboomafoo
Got and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I up a blunt or two
Your bitch wanna fuck when she through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do
Good aim shooting, I'm hunting 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 up that Hitech
pockets full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't 'bout that
I keep the in my Louie bag
Fuck on bitch, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still Act