Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Flip]
-Uh, Flip
I'm out in a fendi suit
I got in my bentley coupe
I got that's 22
buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I'm so throwed it come to hoes
before I get they phone number they outta they clothes
I take 'em to Papa Deaux's
but if she a proper hoe
I gotta lac (what kind), a escalade
I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very first made
I gotta (what kind), iced 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? cars
Who you pull? Platinum
Who you Platinum bars
teeth, inside yo jaws
Diamond rock my platinum wrist
Platinum to take a ish
Gold is OLD, and platinum is
so whodi this

-Yeah, ay, it's
Gotta green back, in my palm
I come in Yukon black alarm
Ice on the arm and a charm
And you prolly had a about jackin' it nah
Of course you didn't nigga the is hittin'
behind the throwback I show that the boys is
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a and lift him
Top on the yeah of course it's missin'
Don't her man to know
that hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
to her man before, he even have to know
A ring ain't somethin' I'ma 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 floor with a candy
Can't stand me no, I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me just like a flow
You ain't paper what you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now couldn't be a
Trunk up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' 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 chains off of Pimp C
We, UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes it'll blind a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, the grain (yeah)
Ice and the gold in my chain
the trunk and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the color change
Nah I won't let the 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 in the game

B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm the of the underground
and the pope of Port
Keep fire heat on ya street
and a in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got them rocks again, and the blocks
until' the cops in
but see the bring the SWAT my friend
Because I that we not runnin'
Nigga we gon' be all day
in this hallway
Keep them cluckers comin' in 'cause we 'em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and
That pop of the you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects 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 down the Pimp and the Prince
now forever you don't like it you must be a hoe so