Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

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

Who you drive? Platinum
Who you pull? Platinum
Who you write? Platinum
teeth, inside yo jaws
Diamond gon' rock my wrist
Platinum to take a ish
is OLD, and platinum is happenin'
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 force is
behind the throwback I show that the boys is
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course missin'
want her man to know
that I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to
A weddin' ring ain't somethin' hand the hoe
Do money grow on nigga the answers no
I treat g's like seeds get a grand to
Car like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the with a candy door
stand me no, 'cause I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic
You gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' now couldn't be a complainer
lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
cost me 10 g's
Independent no label could me
So it really a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my
the trunk and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors change
Nah I let the change go to my brain
Respect be somethin' you hope in the game
You gon' mess and get choked with ya chain
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 Port
Keep that heat on ya street
and a meat in daughter
Got no for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just my pollution, keepin' weight undercover
My brother, now we up on the block again
I got them rocks again, and the blocks
the cops come in
but see the better bring the my friend
Because I promise 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 you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the
Got automatic starters, for automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a and bust me a flow
I'm down with the Pimp and the
from now forever you like it you must be a hoe so