Luyện nghe bài hát All Star

Glohan, you to grow up
hell, man
Roll weed out there, you dig?
Mike D, you do this to 'em
Ha

Yeah, ooh, hah (Oh man God damn)
Niggas they fake, fu
Yeah, ooh, hah
they fake, they fu
What, ooh, huh
You what I'm saying
(Dexter, woah, oh man god damn, woah)

1]
Niggas they fake, fu
I might fuck on your boo
Look at my pockets blue
I used to trap out the
Now I be that money
Lil bitch all on me, baby, my honey
(Hold on a bit)

2]
Yeah, huh, get back, lil
on my wrist, that's a fact, lil bitch
Diamonds on my neck cost racks, lil
Hop in the of the back, lil bitch
Ooh, huh, car
Huh, bad bitch, she a
She wanna geek off a bar
I feed her a bar
What, huh, yeah, she a
Huh, slap her on the butt
Huh, me a 30 by my gut
These hating for what, huh
on, huh, yeah
These hating for what, huh
me a 30 by my gut
Run up on me, swear to God, stuff

Know I'm saying
now
Huh,

2]
Ooh, huh, run up on me, I'ma shoot
Run up on me, shoot though
Run up on me, shoot though
your lil bitch, man I swear she a cute hoe, what, yeah

Yeah, uh
Hmm, no, I like how this go, you dig?
Hah, fake hoe, huh, what, yeah,