Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
on me and you know that bitch folded
Pistol on me and you know that bitch
Living my just like everything golden
I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
Nigga shit, put a hole in him slowly
I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
Said you getting money, you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so
Check it out, diamonds in the dark
ring look like VOSS
Fuck her once, break her
Skate on that like my name Tony Hawk
Had the from the start, had the shit in my car
Duck, I aim the Moss-
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
fuck your bitch and then I'll hit record
I the Xan and then I'll hit the snore
Walk on the dead, bitch, I on the corpse
Counting the bands, but y'all mentioning
It felt like just yesterday, I was
Wake up, I'm swagging in Dior

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

2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got them cookies, they out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making double
Four in the 20, I like my shit
Fuck on that hoe, I call up her buddy
Rich nigga status, I keep the on me
My red made from the hair of a pony
My young niggas murking, they to be opponents
that 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 with the in the dungeon
I still serve a a bale of the onions
Better go ask your bitch, I've been money
Candler Road nigga, you can serve [?]
I meet the plug way out in Conyers
I got the paper like folder
Buy the work, no
street nigga, I ain't taking no dummies
Can't get it the way we trying, nigga, die
I can seen a nigga acting like me, stop
I'm Pablo the Plug, you ain't 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 for mine
360 ring, why the fuck I sign?

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 she come through
Sensei up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm you
Caught a cold my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, that's the
I got the juice, I pour up that
Four pockets full, looking like 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 that
Filthy like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm sipping Act