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
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the
Nigga shit, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his bitch, on that bitch slowly
Said you getting money, then you show me
Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so
Check it out, diamonds shine in the
Water ring look 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 that my watch made me cough
I ain't never a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
I out that Lamb, no Honda Accord
I'll 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 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
up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your bitch wanna when she come through
Sensei up bricks, I do kung-fu
aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold my ice, ah-choo
All Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, the best
I got the juice, I pour up Hitech
Four pockets full, looking thigh pads
Talking that shit, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I the strap in my Louie bag
Fuck on your bitch, her back, I'm through with that
Filthy like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
my fashion, I'm still sipping Act

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Juan]
I got them cookies, they out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making double
Four in the 20, I my shit muddy
Fuck on that hoe, then I call up her
Rich status, I keep the strap on me
My red bottoms made from the of a pony
My young niggas murking, they to be opponents
Talking fuck shit, we pulling right up on it
That pint don't sealed, nigga, I don't want it
I out the bando, nigga, like it's haunted
HoodWolf, me with the dragon in the dungeon
I serve a nigga a bale of the onions
go ask your bitch, I've been getting money
Real Road nigga, you can serve [?]
I meet the plug 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 jungle with the lions
I need the pints, nigga, I don't buy
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for
360 ring, why the would I sign?

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