Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

Who you Platinum cars
Who you pull? Platinum
Who you Platinum bars
Platinum teeth, yo jaws
gon' rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to a ish
Gold is OLD, and platinum is
so watch this

-Yeah, ay, Koopa
green back, stack in my palm
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 I show that the boys is trippin'
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course it's
Don't want her man to
that I'ma hit I'm finished 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 grow on trees? the answers no
I treat g's like seeds get a grand to
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 just like a mechanic
You gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now be a complainer
lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' my swangers
cost me 10 g's
Independent no label pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you could get
you tryna get them chains off of Pimp 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 white gold in my
Raisin' the trunk and my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors change
Nah I won't let the go to my brain
better be somethin' you hope in the game
You gon' mess and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in in the game

B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm the of the underground
and the pope of Arthur
Keep that fire on ya street
and a meat in 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 them rocks again, and the blocks
until' the come in
but see the better the SWAT my friend
I promise that we not runnin'
Nigga we gon' be all day
posted in hallway
Keep them cluckers comin' in we serve 'em all yay
Them nickles and and quarters
That pop of the you a boughta
But ? we oughta, we turnin' ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for they choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin'
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and me a flow
I'm down the Pimp and the Prince
from now you don't like it you must be a hoe so