Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Flip]
-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 throwed it come to hoes
I get they 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' (which ones), very first ones made
I watch (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that's that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the freestyle ever
day one I was programmed to get this cheddar

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

-Yeah, ay, it's
green back, stack in my palm
I come in Yukon black with
Ice on the arm and a charm
And you prolly had a thought about it nah
Of course you didn't nigga the 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 when I'm I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even to know
A weddin' ring somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do grow 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, I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me like a mechanic flow
You gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'?
paper now couldn't be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a angle
Isoceles pokin' outta my swangers
Chain me 10 g's
no label could pimp me
So it really ain't a you could get free
Unless you tryna get them chains off of C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
Cover ya eyes blind like a U.T. Ray
throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the gold in my chain
Raisin' the and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color
Nah I won't let the go to my brain
Respect better be you hope in the game
You gon' mess around and get choked 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
that fire heat on ya street
and a meat in your
Got no for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just my pollution, keepin' weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got them again, and the blocks again
the cops come in
but see the better the SWAT my friend
Because I promise we not runnin'
Nigga we be here all day
posted in hallway
Keep cluckers comin' in 'cause we serve 'em all yay
nickles 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 boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, down a bird and bust me a flow
I'm down with the and the Prince
from now you don't like it you must be a hoe so