Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Star

[Intro: Minaj]


Young

[Verse 1: Minaj]
I been smokin' gas, bitches
Man, I just like a gang-star
Cover up my like a ninja
In Alexander Wang scarf
I'mma drop a bag, they gon' up
And then gon' let them things off
I ain't switchin' up my
But my let it bang off
Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a I could give
All these hatin' plottin', why they can't let me live?
Me and in LIV
When my album these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you to spar
You was too hard
I'm out here livin' though, I am out here though
Me and Tunechi winnin'
Slimes out here twinnin'
I am on my though
I am just so
Bands, I go get it
on his pedestal
A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang
All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to shit
These bitches pussy
them out my pussy though
Niggas my cookie though
'Cause it taste cookie dough
Smoke, I got a pack
sick, get a Z-pak
Niggas mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the (Facts)
I'm she lacks
Bitch get on kneecap
I mean C. Kaep'
I'll get you checked, pussy; get you a free pap
You bitches don't ball out, you get QB sacked
I'm OBJ, hoes; break records like
I've been that bitch ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on, they gon' me when I'm gone
I'm

Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I just fucked like five hoes in my
Got 'em like they five star
Your throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel like a doctor
Pop X with my exotic dancer
She start cryin' and said her job
Switch her whip out, put her in a
Now she screamin' Rest In to Honda

2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my can go HAM
Put my up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass
A fly bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the
An Eggo in the
A in the chocha
The yayo doing
And I wake up, smell the
I know how I woke up
'Cause I was in a
But now I'm in the
Wearing high socks on the porch
Two with the mud flowin'
The plug charge me nothin' for it
I cried tears of joy
LVs on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me where I'm fuckin'
I pull up my skaters
'em beat you with their fuckin' boards
Sharp like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the
you down in the parkin' lot
Shoot you down in the food
Hit crib in the Steamboat
Then disappear on the
Act a jackass like
Then disappear like
Leave a red flag on your door
Leave a red flag your queen's throat
a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red on clean snow
That money gang, 500
On that money
And we walkin' around bloody fangs
Playin' games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block, and thunder came
When my youngest came, that's mother's name
Hit the address, knockin' down picture and other things
Throwin' up Eastside like stomach
Sugarcane get took to
A kilo and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the wouldn't complain
I the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister
And her name
It'll go Bang
You don't even where to put the blame
cold

[Hook: Lil
I just fucked like five hoes in my
Got 'em feelin' they five star
Your hoes throwin' fits, my patient
Man, I feel just like a
Pop X for my exotic dancer
She start cryin' and said her job
her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In to Honda

Switch her out put her in a Mercedes
Now she Rest In Peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to Car
her, put her in Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In to Kia
Switch her out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In to Uber
That's sick shit