Luyện nghe bài hát Zombamafoo

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Chopper on me and you that bitch folded
Pistol on me and you know bitch 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 bitch slowly
you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so
Check it out, shine in the dark
Water look like VOSS
her once, break her heart
Skate on girl like my name Tony Hawk
Had the swag from the start, had the in my car
Duck, I aim with the
Berg, so cold my watch made me cough
I ain't took a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
I pulled out that Lamb, no Accord
I'll fuck your bitch and then I'll hit
I took the Xan and then hit the snore
Walk on the dead, bitch, I trip on the
Counting the bands, but y'all mentioning
It felt just yesterday, I was poor
up, I'm swagging in Christian Dior

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo
I'm like I was Zoboomafoo
Got and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a or two
Your bitch wanna fuck she come through
busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm you
Caught a from my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost pull up,
I'm smoking that cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I up that Hitech
Four pockets full, like thigh pads
that 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
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no
my fashion, I'm still sipping Act

[Verse 2: Pablo Juan]
I got cookies, they fresh out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making double
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 that shit, we pulling right up on it
That pint come sealed, nigga, I don't want it
I out the bando, nigga, like it's haunted
HoodWolf, leave me with the dragon in the
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 folder dividers
Buy the work, no
Real street nigga, I taking no dummies
Can't get it the way we trying, nigga, die
I can seen a acting like me, stop lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you ain't sold a
I'm in the concrete jungle the lions
I the pints, nigga, I don't buy lines
I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for mine
360 ring, why the would I sign?

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