Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Chopper on me and you know that bitch
Pistol on me and you know bitch loaded
Living my life just like 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 that bitch
Said you money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so
Check it out, diamonds shine in the
Water ring look like
Fuck her once, her heart
Skate on that girl like my name 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 ain't never 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 the Xan and then I'll hit the snore
on the dead, bitch, I trip on the corpse
Counting the bands, but y'all Forbes
It felt like just yesterday, I was
Wake up, I'm swagging in Dior

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo
I'm dressing like I was
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a or two
bitch wanna fuck when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do
aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost pull up,
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, the best
I got the juice, I pour up Hitech
Four full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my bag
Fuck on your bitch, her back, I'm through with that
rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm sipping Act

2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got them cookies, they fresh out the
Juuging and packing, I'm making shit
Four in the 20, I like my muddy
Fuck on that hoe, I call up her buddy
Rich nigga status, I the strap on me
My red bottoms made the hair of a pony
My young niggas murking, scared to be opponents
Talking fuck shit, we pulling right up on it
That pint don't come sealed, nigga, I don't it
I trap out the bando, nigga, it's haunted
HoodWolf, leave me the dragon in the dungeon
I still serve a a bale of the onions
Better go ask your bitch, I've getting money
Real Road nigga, you can serve [?]
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
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 sold a
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 would I

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo
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 fuck when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do
Good aim shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold 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 thigh
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't 'bout that
I the strap in my Louie bag
Fuck on 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