Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Plus

[jermaine
Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is)
Yeah, yeah,
They call me, thay wanna get they dough up
Call me, when wanna see shit blow up

From the up
And ya what? I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "y'all wanna wit us? "
Where the fuck you at? from the south side, ryde
No one
Fuckin wit us, is a deal
And y'all gotta huh?
''cause it's to weight for one
And y'all havin' no fun
Got a whole beat tryin' to do what I do
Whole street team do what I do
Like what? countin' me out?
Forget it, I'm the best that ever it, need to check and reck

jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for
All out, make ya 'til ya fall out
So so def it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' us
Ruff ryders, be on for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya out
So so def it hot to death
You ain't plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us

Now, money ain't been a thing ta me
I'm down 8th the brand new cinammon 3
Ot, I got cake a c and a d
On the wrist is a ice capitol b, small v
I'm with the don chi chi
I'm a p-i-m-p, you can't me (uh)
the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't me
What a playa wannabe, light in risavie
Hoes, I keep by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but I wouldn't, her cousin
It's a cost, take the and all of them, quit fuckin
Uhh!!!

jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for
All out, make ya 'til ya fall out
So so def it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' us
Ruff ryders, be on for this
All out, ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def it hot to death
You ain't platinum you ain't fuckin' wit' us

C'mon, c'mon,
We be the harlem niggaz 80's to lately
Think of po wop, bonz and a-z
Fresh ritz zit, giles and db
And at the end of all tha shit niggaz say me
I'm the that ever did it, got a way wit it
Put on the stand, she'll never say who did it
I'm from where, the gangsta's live to,
a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to phil a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on
This is for cats crack, bitchin' and parkin'
All the grimie who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin' life, to see him is
Fuckin' wit mase, is like a swimmin' wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the
shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be
All out, ruff mothafucka, all out
flow beyatch? !

[chorus: jd and together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on for this
All out, ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def it hot to death
You ain't plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff ryders, be on for this
All out, make ya 'til ya fall out
So so def it hot to death
You ain't platinum you ain't fuckin' wit' us

Uh,
beatz
We them in the streets
All out, jd
Who you
r mothafucka, uh
Uh-huh, yeah,