Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

Who you drive? cars
Who you pull? stars
Who you Platinum bars
teeth, inside yo jaws
Diamond gon' my platinum wrist
toilet to take a ish
Gold is OLD, and is happenin'
so whodi this

-Yeah, ay, it's
Gotta green back, stack in my
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 didn't 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 of course it's missin'
Don't want her man to
that I'ma hit when I'm I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he have to know
A weddin' ring ain't I'ma hand the hoe
Do money on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g's like seeds get a grand to
Car lookin' a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a door
Can't stand me no, 'cause I'm dough
I keep a tune on me just like a flow
You ain't paper what you up in the game fa'?
paper now couldn't be a complainer
Trunk up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle outta my swangers
Chain me 10 g's
Independent no label pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you could get
Unless you tryna get chains off of Pimp C
We, UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the gold in my chain
Raisin' the and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the color change
Nah I won't let the change go to my
better be somethin' 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 King of the
and the pope of Arthur
that fire heat on ya street
and a in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got them again, and the blocks again
the cops come in
but see the better the SWAT my friend
Because I that we not runnin'
we gon' be here all day
posted in hallway
Keep cluckers comin' in 'cause we serve 'em all yay
Them and dimes and quarters
pop of the rock you a boughta
But ? we oughta, we turnin' ya projects into the Carter
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 the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you don't it you must be a hoe so