Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Lil'
-Uh, Flip
I'm out in a fendi suit
I got in my bentley coupe
I got that's 22
they buy me and tennis shoes
I'm so throwed when it come to
before I get they phone number they come they clothes
I might take 'em to 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), iced out
I rolley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear
I'm Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get cheddar

Who you drive? cars
Who you pull? Platinum
Who you write? Platinum
Platinum teeth, yo jaws
Diamond rock my platinum wrist
Platinum to take a ish
Gold is OLD, and is happenin'
so watch this

-Yeah, ay, it's
Gotta back, stack in my palm
I in Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a charm
And you prolly had a thought jackin' it nah
Of you didn't nigga the force is hittin'
the throwback I show that the boys is trippin'
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the yeah of course it's missin'
Don't her man to know
that hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he have to know
A weddin' ring somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on 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 with a candy door
Can't me no, 'cause 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
Trunk lift up at a angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
Chain me 10 g's
no label could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you get free
you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C
We, UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes it'll like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the (yeah)
Ice and the white in my chain
Raisin' the trunk and showin' my
on the swangs while the doors color change
Nah I won't let the change go to my
Respect better be you hope in the game
You mess around and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the

B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm the of the underground
and the pope of Arthur
that fire heat on ya street
and a meat in daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got them rocks again, and the again
until' the come in
but see the bring the SWAT my friend
Because I promise we not runnin'
Nigga we be here all day
in this hallway
Keep them comin' in 'cause we serve 'em all yay
nickles and dimes and quarters
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 boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper
I off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow
I'm with the Pimp and the Prince
from now you don't like it you must be a hoe so