Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

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

-Yeah, ay, it's
Gotta green back, in my palm
I come in black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum
And you prolly had a about jackin' it nah
Of course you nigga the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I show that the is trippin'
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 finished hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to
A weddin' ring somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money on trees? nigga the answers no
I g's like seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin' a zoo in a candy store
on the floor with a candy door
Can't stand me no, I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic
You ain't paper what you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
Chain me 10 g's
Independent no could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you could get
Unless you tryna get them off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
Cover ya it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my
Raisin' the trunk and showin' my
Hoes on the swangs while the color change
Nah I won't let the change go to my
better be somethin' you hope in the game
You gon' mess around and get choked with ya
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 heat on ya street
and a meat in daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no for a lover
distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the again
I got rocks again, and the blocks again
until' the come in
but see the better bring the SWAT my
Because I promise we not runnin'
Nigga we gon' be all day
posted in this
Keep them cluckers comin' in 'cause we '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 Texas boy a automatic to break you off proper
I knock off a bopper, down a bird and bust me a flow
I'm with the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you like it you must be a hoe so