Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

Who you drive? Platinum
Who you pull? Platinum
Who you write? Platinum
Platinum teeth, inside yo
Diamond rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to a ish
Gold is OLD, and is happenin'
so watch this

-Yeah, ay, it's
Gotta back, stack in my palm
I come in black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a charm
And you had a thought about jackin' it nah
Of course you nigga the force is hittin'
behind the I show that the boys is trippin'
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a force and him
Top on the drop yeah of it's missin'
Don't her man to know
that I'ma hit I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he have to know
A weddin' ring somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the no
I g's like seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy
Alligator on the with a candy door
stand me no, 'cause I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me just like a flow
You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the game
Gettin' now couldn't be a complainer
lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles pokin' outta my swangers
cost me 10 g's
Independent no label could me
So it ain't a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white in my chain
the trunk and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors change
Nah I won't let the go to my brain
Respect better be you hope in the game
You gon' mess around and get with ya chain
Flip, Bun and in control in the game

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