Luyện nghe bài hát Scooby & Shaggy

[Hook -
I his bitch, he mad at me
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and
I the plug's package
He was what happened
It was a mystery, Scooby Doo and
Doo, it was a mystery
Touchdown, going in history
Sorry you missed me, call Doo, it's a mystery
Finessing with accuracy, it's magically
Finessing accuracy, abracadabra it's magically

[Verse 1 -
Finessing the with accuracy, now he after me
Got 100 Ps in the Sprinter, no athlete
And I got chicken, no Mrs. Winters
Meet the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass dinner
Call me the Godzilla
Red Bentley, Forgiatos on it, it thriller
Diamonds thrill her in
Fuck her the back, I'm facing a pillar
You pull up with choppers but are you a
Mirror mirror, got a riddle for you niggas
What if you get in a
If you a body would you tell on your peer?
If you hold it down, keep it 100, you
sword cut the brick, Kill Bill
I trap out the mansion on Beverly
RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo
I know this money a blessing
I'm thanking the lord I kneel
We the niggas in the city having seals
Naw, for real!

[Verse 2 -
Feeling like Lynch in the interview, I'm thankful
Walk in the room with these trophies on my neck like you in a
You like you really tough but you soft in the heart, you a diamond
Lil hopped off the porch, I was anxious
Just a young nigga old niggas
Juug and finesse a on my faith
[?] pistol, say my
We in the jungle, my go ape
Whipping the dummy, what I create
I fuck bitch while you take her on dates
know I smash her on my lake
Talking fast to the plug, him for 8
Stacking bricks, LA Clippers, call me
Thanking the for my situation
Used to bricks on the intersection
Act, daily medication
Who real in investigations
You gonna tell what you facing
He got out of and they couldn't [?]
It's a mystery, can't even solve the
Don't be that nigga put on a

[Verse 3 -
him with accuracy
Running with the work, police tackle me
Short days, long nights, trapping at the Quality Control
Abracadabra, disappear magically
I'm in the whipping, it's a tragedy
the masterpiece, then I go smoke on my balcony
My niggas and family on me
Trapping that snow white in that van, calling me ice cream man
I see trash bags but no trash, nigga I'm the bag man
I see red and white blue lights, lurking in the Sedan
with a cutie, break it down
Bag it up, it up, that was the plan
Now I'm pitching soft and
Or I can it to you underhand
Remember trapping out of
we won Grammys
Now you niggas cannot step on my property or my grass, feel I'm Stanly
I his bitch, he mad at me
Fuck em em, pull up on him in the alley