Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

Who you drive? Platinum
Who you pull? stars
Who you write? Platinum
teeth, inside yo jaws
Diamond gon' rock my wrist
toilet to take a ish
Gold is OLD, and is happenin'
so whodi watch

-Yeah, ay, Koopa
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 jackin' it nah
Of course you nigga the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I show that the boys is
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a force and him
Top on the drop yeah of course it's
Don't her man to know
that I'ma hit I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to
A weddin' ring ain't I'ma hand the hoe
Do money on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g's like get a grand to grow
Car lookin' a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the with a candy door
Can't stand me no, 'cause I'm havin'
I keep a tune on me just like a flow
You ain't gettin' paper you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now couldn't be a
Trunk lift up at a acute
triangle pokin' outta my swangers
Chain me 10 g's
Independent no label pimp me
So it ain't a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them chains off of C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my
the trunk and showin' my bang
Hoes on the while the doors color change
Nah I let the change go to my brain
Respect be somethin' you hope 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 on ya street
and a in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a
Just distrubute my pollution, weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got rocks again, and the blocks again
the cops come in
but see the better bring the my friend
Because I that we not runnin'
Nigga we gon' be all day
posted in this
them cluckers comin' in 'cause we serve 'em all yay
Them nickles and and quarters
pop of the rock you a boughta
But ? we oughta, we turnin' ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin'
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 don't it you must be a hoe so