Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

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

-Yeah, ay, Koopa
Gotta green back, in my palm
I in Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a charm
And you had a thought about jackin' it nah
Of course you didn't the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I show the boys is trippin'
ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a force 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 to know
A weddin' ring ain't somethin' hand the hoe
Do money grow on nigga the answers no
I g's like seeds get a grand to grow
Car like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor 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 gettin' paper what you up in the fa'?
Gettin' paper now be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a angle
Isoceles triangle outta my swangers
cost me 10 g's
Independent no label 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!
ya eyes it'll blind like 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
Hoes on the swangs the doors color change
Nah I let the change go to my brain
Respect better be you hope in the game
You gon' mess and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the

B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm the of the underground
and the pope of Port
Keep that heat on ya street
and a in your 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 them rocks again, and the again
until' the cops in
but see the better bring the SWAT my
Because I promise that we not
we gon' be here all day
posted in this
Keep them cluckers in 'cause we serve 'em all yay
nickles and dimes and quarters
That pop of the you a boughta
But ? we oughta, we turnin' ya projects into the Carter
Got starters, for they automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to you off somethin' proper
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 like it you be a hoe so