Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

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

Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm like I was Zoboomafoo
Got lions and on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a or two
Your bitch wanna when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do
Good aim when shooting, I'm you
a cold 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 up that Hitech
Four pockets full, looking like thigh
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my bag
Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm through with
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
and packing, I'm making shit double
Four in the 20, I like my shit
Fuck on that hoe, I call up her buddy
Rich 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 sealed, nigga, I don't want it
I trap out the bando, nigga, it's haunted
HoodWolf, leave me with the in the dungeon
I still serve a nigga a bale of the
Better go ask your bitch, been 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 nigga, I ain't taking 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 the lions
I the pints, nigga, I don't buy lines
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for
360 ring, why the fuck I sign?

[Chorus: Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing I was Zoboomafoo
Got and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a or two
Your bitch wanna when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do
aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold from my ice,
All black Ghost up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, the best
I got the juice, I up that Hitech
Four pockets full, looking like pads
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't that Hoodrich
I the strap in my Louie bag
on your 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