Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Lil'
-Uh, Lil'
I'm out in a fendi suit
I got DVD's in my bentley
I got hoes 22
they buy me clothes and tennis
I'm so when it come 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), very first ones
I watch (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but somethin' that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this

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

-Yeah, ay, Koopa
Gotta back, stack in my palm
I come in black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum
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 drop yeah of course missin'
Don't want her man to
that I'ma hit I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
to her man before, he even 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 like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the with a candy door
Can't stand me no, 'cause I'm dough
I keep a on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the fa'?
paper now couldn't be a complainer
Trunk up at a acute angle
Isoceles pokin' outta my swangers
cost me 10 g's
Independent no could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you could get
Unless you tryna get chains off of Pimp C
We, UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes it'll blind a U.T. Ray
Stay in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white in my chain
Raisin' the trunk and my bang
on the swangs while the doors color change
Nah I won't let the change go to my
Respect better be somethin' you hope in the
You gon' mess around and get choked with ya
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 Port
Keep fire heat on ya street
and a meat in your
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got them rocks again, and the blocks
the cops come in
but see the better the SWAT my friend
I promise that we not runnin'
Nigga we gon' be all day
posted in this
Keep them cluckers comin' in we serve 'em all yay
Them and dimes and quarters
That pop of the you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a
I'm down with the and the Prince
now forever you don't like it you must be a hoe so