Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Flip]
-Uh, Lil'
I'm hoppin' out in a fendi
I got DVD's in my bentley
I got hoes 22
buy me clothes and tennis 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 cadillac
I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very ones made
I watch (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that I wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle
Since day one I was programmed to get cheddar

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

-Yeah, ay, it's
green 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 didn't 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 course missin'
Don't want her man to
that hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he have to know
A ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do grow on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g's seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy
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'?
Gettin' paper now be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute
Isoceles triangle outta my swangers
cost me 10 g's
Independent no label pimp me
So it really a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
Cover ya eyes it'll blind a U.T. Ray
throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my
Raisin' the and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs the doors color change
Nah I let the change go to my brain
Respect better be 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 of the underground
and the of Port Arthur
that fire heat on ya street
and a meat in daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a
distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover
My brother, now we up on the block again
I got them again, and the blocks again
until' the come in
but see the better the SWAT my friend
Because I that we not runnin'
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 rock you a
But ? we oughta, we turnin' ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics
And the boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and me a flow
I'm with the Pimp and the Prince
from now you don't like it you must be a hoe so