Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

Who you Platinum cars
Who you Platinum stars
Who you write? bars
Platinum teeth, inside yo
Diamond rock my platinum wrist
Platinum to take a ish
is OLD, and platinum 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 charm
And you prolly had a thought jackin' it nah
Of course you nigga the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I show 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 her man to know
that I'ma hit I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he have to know
A weddin' ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on nigga the answers no
I treat g's like get a grand to grow
Car like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a door
Can't stand me no, I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me like a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin' paper you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
cost me 10 g's
Independent no label could me
So it really ain't a you could get free
Unless you get them chains off of Pimp C
We, UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes blind like a U.T. Ray
throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my
Raisin' the and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color
Nah I let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin' you hope in the
You gon' around 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 King of the
and the pope of Port
that fire heat on ya street
and a in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got rocks again, and the blocks again
until' the cops in
but see the bring the SWAT my friend
Because I promise that we not
we gon' be here all day
posted in this
Keep cluckers comin' 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 boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, break a bird and bust me a flow
I'm with the Pimp and the Prince
from now you don't like it you must be a hoe so