Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Star

[Intro: Nicki


Young

[Verse 1: Minaj]
I smokin' gas, killin' bitches
Man, I feel just like a
Cover up my face a ninja
In this Wang scarf
I'mma drop a bag, they pull up
And they gon' let them things off
I ain't up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it off
Percocets and Addies, for a fuck I could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why can't let me live?
Me and in LIV
When my drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar
You was tryin' too
I'm out livin' though, I am out here livin' though
Me and Tunechi though
out here twinnin' though
I am on my though
I am so pivotal
Bands, I go get it
on his pedestal
A lot of gang shit, a lot of gang shit
All these plaques is up, it's nowhere to hang shit
These bitches pussy
Pushed them out my pussy
Niggas want my though
'Cause it taste like dough
Smoke, I got a free
Flow sick, get a
Niggas don't mean my race they say she blacked
I am the (Facts)
I'm she lacks
Bitch get on your
I mean C. Kaep'
I'll get you checked, I'll get you a free pap
You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB
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 like five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like five star
Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches
Man, I feel like a doctor
Pop X with my exotic dancer
She start and said her job hard
her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' In Peace to Honda

2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my can go HAM
Put my face up in her and my thumb in her ass
her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to her ass
A fly bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter
Oh, I got a in the sofa
An Eggo in the
A cradle in the
The doing yoga
And I wake up, smell the
I don't how I woke up
I was in a coma
But now I'm in the
high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud
The plug charge me nothin' for it
I tears of fuckin' joy
LVs on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me I'm fuckin' goin'
I up with my skaters
Make 'em you with their fuckin' boards
shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you in the Walmart
you down in the parkin' lot
Shoot you down in the food
Hit your in the Steamboat
Then disappear on the
Act a like Steve-O
Then like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen
Leave a red flag your queen's throat
Leave a blood on your mink floor
Like a red on clean snow
That gang, 500 gang
On money train
And we walkin' around bloody fangs
Playin' hunger mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block, lightning and came
When my youngest came, that's your name
Hit the address, down picture frames and other things
Throwin' up Eastside like stomach
Sugarcane get took to
A fell and it shook the plane
A screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher
And the Nina came, and her sister
And her name
It'll go Buka
You even know where to put the blame
cold

[Hook: Lil
I fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like five star
Your throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel like a doctor
Pop X for my exotic dancer
She start cryin' and her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a
Now she screamin' In Peace 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' In Peace to Smart Car
her, put her in Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a
Now she screamin' In Peace to Uber
some sick shit