Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

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

-Yeah, ay, it's
green back, stack in my palm
I come in black 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 show that the boys is
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of it's missin'
want her man to know
that I'ma hit I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
to her man before, he even have to know
A weddin' ring somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do grow on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g's like get a grand to grow
Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy
Alligator on the floor with a candy
Can't stand me no, 'cause I'm dough
I a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the fa'?
Gettin' paper now be a complainer
Trunk up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
cost me 10 g's
Independent no could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you get free
Unless you tryna get them chains off of C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white in my chain
Raisin' the and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors 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 choked with ya
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 Port
Keep that fire on ya street
and a in your daughter
Got no for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the again
I got rocks again, and the blocks again
the cops come in
but see the bring the SWAT my friend
I promise that we not runnin'
Nigga we be here all day
posted in this
Keep cluckers comin' in 'cause 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 choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a
I'm with the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you don't like it you be a hoe so