Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
on me and you know that bitch folded
Pistol on me and you know that loaded
Living my life just like everything
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the
Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him
Then I bag his bitch, fuck on that slowly
you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a thug, bitch, I'm so lonely
it out, diamonds shine in the dark
Water look like VOSS
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 the Moss-
Berg, so that my watch made me cough
I ain't never took a loss, keep it a hundred, of
I pulled out that Lamb, no Honda
fuck your bitch and then I'll hit record
I took the Xan and then hit the snore
Walk on the dead, bitch, I trip on the
the bands, but y'all mentioning Forbes
It like just yesterday, I was poor
Wake up, I'm in Christian Dior

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo
I'm dressing I was Zoboomafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci
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
Caught a cold from my ice,
All black Ghost up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, that's the
I got the juice, I pour up that
pockets full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta shit, no, you ain't that Hoodrich
I the strap in my Louie bag
Fuck on bitch, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still Act

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Juan]
I got them cookies, they fresh out the
Juuging and packing, I'm shit double
Four in the 20, I like my muddy
Fuck on hoe, then I call up her buddy
Rich nigga status, I the strap on me
My red bottoms from the hair of a pony
My young murking, they scared to be opponents
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 the dragon in the dungeon
I still a nigga a bale of the onions
Better go ask bitch, I've been getting money
Candler Road nigga, you can serve [?]
I gotta meet the way out in Conyers
I got the paper folder dividers
Buy the work, no
Real street nigga, I taking no dummies
get it the way we trying, nigga, you'll 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 the pints, nigga, I don't buy lines
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm for mine
360 ring, why the would I sign?

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo
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 fuck when she come
busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
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 platinum cookies, the best
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, give her back, I'm with that
rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still Act