Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Lil'
-Uh, Lil'
I'm hoppin' out in a suit
I got DVD's in my bentley
I got hoes 22
buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I'm so throwed when it to hoes
before I get they phone they come outta they clothes
I might take 'em to Papa
but only if she a hoe
I lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade
I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very ones made
I gotta watch (what kind), out cartier
I gotta rolley but somethin' that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this

Who you Platinum cars
Who you Platinum stars
Who you write? bars
Platinum teeth, yo jaws
Diamond gon' rock my wrist
Platinum to take a ish
Gold is OLD, and is happenin'
so whodi watch

-Yeah, ay, Koopa
Gotta green back, in my palm
I in Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum
And you prolly had a thought jackin' it nah
Of course you nigga the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I show that the boys is
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the drop of course it's missin'
want her man to know
that hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even to know
A weddin' ring somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the no
I treat g's like get a grand to grow
Car lookin' a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the with a candy door
Can't stand me no, I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic
You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the fa'?
paper now couldn't be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
Chain me 10 g's
Independent no could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you could get
Unless you get them chains off of Pimp C
We, UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes it'll blind a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my
Raisin' the trunk and my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color
Nah I let the change go to my brain
Respect be somethin' you hope in the game
You gon' mess and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the

B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm the King of the
and the pope of Port
that fire heat on ya street
and a meat in your
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a
Just distrubute my pollution, weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got them rocks again, and the again
until' the come in
but see the better bring the SWAT my
Because I promise that we not
Nigga we gon' be all day
posted in this
them cluckers comin' in 'cause we serve 'em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and
pop of the rock you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the
Got automatic starters, for they automatics
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin'
I knock off a bopper, break down a and bust me a flow
I'm down with the and the Prince
from now you don't like it you must be a hoe so