Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Flip]
-Uh, Flip
I'm out in a fendi suit
I got in my bentley 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 they
I might take 'em to Papa
but if she a proper hoe
I gotta lac (what kind), a escalade
I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), first ones made
I gotta (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that's somethin' I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest ever
Since day one I was to get this cheddar

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

-Yeah, ay, it's
Gotta green back, stack in my
I come in Yukon black with
Ice on the arm and a platinum
And you prolly had a thought about it nah
Of course you didn't the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I show that the is trippin'
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course missin'
want her man to know
that I'ma hit when I'm finished hand the hoe
to her man before, he even have to know
A ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on nigga the answers no
I treat g's like seeds get a to grow
Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy
Alligator on the with a candy door
Can't me no, 'cause I'm havin' dough
I keep a on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin' paper you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' now couldn't be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute
Isoceles triangle pokin' my swangers
cost me 10 g's
Independent no could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you get free
Unless you get them chains off of Pimp C
We, UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the gold in my chain
Raisin' the trunk and my bang
Hoes on the swangs the doors color change
Nah I let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin' you in the game
You mess around and get choked 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
Keep that fire heat on ya
and a meat in your
Got no for a hater, got no hate for a lover
distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the again
I got rocks again, and the blocks again
until' the come in
but see the better bring the my friend
Because I promise that we not
Nigga we be here all day
posted in hallway
them 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 ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics
And the Texas boy a to break you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, down a bird and bust me a flow
I'm down the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you like it you must be a hoe so