Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Flip]
-Uh, Lil'
I'm hoppin' out in a fendi
I got DVD's in my coupe
I got that's 22
they buy me and tennis shoes
I'm so throwed it come to hoes
before I get phone number they come outta they clothes
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 ones made
I gotta (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that's that I hardly wear
I'm Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
day one I was programmed to get this cheddar

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

-Yeah, ay, it's
Gotta green back, in my palm
I come in Yukon black with
Ice on the arm and a platinum
And you had a thought about jackin' it nah
Of course you didn't nigga the is hittin'
behind the throwback I show that the boys is
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the drop of course it's missin'
Don't her man to know
that I'ma hit when I'm I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to
A ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the no
I treat g's seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin' a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a candy
Can't me no, 'cause I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me just a mechanic flow
You ain't paper what you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now be a complainer
Trunk up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle 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 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 gold in my
Raisin' the and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the color change
Nah I won't let the go to my brain
Respect better be you hope in the game
You gon' around 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 King of the
and the pope of Port
Keep that fire on ya street
and a meat in daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no 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 again
until' the cops in
but see the bring the SWAT my friend
I promise that we not runnin'
Nigga we be here all day
posted in this
Keep them cluckers comin' in 'cause we 'em all yay
Them and dimes and quarters
That pop of the rock you a
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects the Carter
Got automatic starters, for automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a to break you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, break a bird and bust me a flow
I'm down the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you don't like it you be a hoe so