Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Chopper on me and you know that bitch
Pistol on me and you know that bitch
Living my life just like golden
When I say that, I'm 'bout the Rollie
Nigga shit, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his bitch, on that bitch slowly
Said you money, then you gotta show me
I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds shine in the
Water ring like VOSS
her once, break her heart
Skate on that girl like my name Tony
Had the swag from the start, had the in my car
Duck, I aim the Moss-
Berg, so that my watch made me cough
I ain't never a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
I pulled out Lamb, no Honda Accord
I'll fuck your bitch and I'll hit record
I the Xan and then I'll hit the snore
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 in Christian Dior

Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing like I was
Got lions and on my Gucci shoes
up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your bitch wanna when she come through
Sensei up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm you
a cold from my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost up, peek-a-boo
I'm that platinum cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up that
Four pockets full, looking thigh pads
that 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 with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no
Designer my fashion, I'm still Act

2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got cookies, they fresh out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm shit double
in the 20, I like my shit muddy
Fuck on that hoe, then I call up her
nigga status, I keep the strap on me
My red bottoms made from the of a pony
My young niggas murking, they scared to be
Talking that fuck shit, we pulling up on it
That pint don't come sealed, nigga, I don't it
I trap out the bando, nigga, like haunted
HoodWolf, leave me the dragon in the dungeon
I still serve a nigga a bale of the
Better go ask bitch, I've been getting money
Real Road nigga, you can serve [?]
I meet the plug way out in Conyers
I got the paper like folder
Buy the work, no
Real street nigga, I ain't no dummies
Can't get it the way we trying, nigga, die
I can seen a nigga acting me, stop lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you sold a dime
I'm in the concrete jungle with the
I need the pints, nigga, I buy lines
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for
360 ring, why the would I sign?

[Chorus: Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing I was Zoboomafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci
Poured up a deuce, I up a blunt or two
Your bitch wanna fuck when she come
busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm you
a cold from my ice, ah-choo
All Ghost 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 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the in my Louie bag
Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm through with
Filthy rich like the sewer, hang with no rats
my fashion, I'm still sipping Act