Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

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

-Yeah, ay, Koopa
Gotta green back, in my palm
I come in Yukon with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum
And you had a thought about jackin' it nah
Of course you nigga the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I that the boys is trippin'
ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a force and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course it's
want her man to know
that I'ma hit when I'm I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to
A weddin' ring somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g's seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy
on the floor with a candy door
Can't stand me no, I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me like a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin' what you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now couldn't be a
Trunk lift up at a acute
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
cost me 10 g's
Independent no label pimp me
So it really a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them chains off of C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
Cover ya it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the gold in my chain
Raisin' the trunk and my bang
on the swangs while the doors color change
Nah I won't let the go to my brain
Respect better be somethin' you in the game
You mess around 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 of the underground
and the pope of Port
Keep fire heat on ya street
and a meat in your
Got no for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' undercover
My brother, now we up on the block again
I got them rocks again, and the blocks
until' the come in
but see the better bring the SWAT my
Because I promise that we not
Nigga we be here all day
posted in this
Keep cluckers comin' in 'cause we serve 'em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and
That pop of the you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the
Got starters, for they automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a and bust me a flow
I'm down with the Pimp and the
from now forever you like it you must be a hoe so