Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

Yo, yo, y'all my tour bus
We got whores no drawers ready to do all four of us
Wildin', bustin' big of Ruffles
money, rubber banded up in the duffle

With dirtball niggas that steal cake stores
Boostin' that pop tags in the mall
True hoggers, used a few stockings
Niggas, hand over the cash heat's to they noggin'

I a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify
The way a murder been televised?
Stupid, my name still in the streets though
Eighty six, to slip crack through the peephole

Biscuit like Vaseline if I was a crook in rap, I'm past the
Brand more lean, if you niggas complain of sore
Shove the gun in they mouth, got scratched
They on Halls, yo

Yeah, yo, yo verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog tie a nigga for his bread, the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar
Got a '98 kid's on smooth like Lenny Green

Word to my mother I air niggas out
chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth
(Shout, shout, I'm to you, c'mon)

Go and try me, you know you a bird
You could be on wit' cha face all blurred
Skull deaded up over the curb
Just watch next time how you your words

Leave you hangin' like your last
Or a old man's that sag with no shame
a bitch, yeah, I smash y'all berries
'Fore they find you dead in your little on the Prairie

Yo, I can do this on crutches, black with no
arms in a sling, push me on stage
Style linger in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's, I used to run

Chill I got next, go Dirt
Sometimes I had to instead get neck
chandelier gown all over my flesh
'Bout to throw to Haiti, peace to Wyclef

Blowed cream, never throw dollar bills up
You know we baggin' that krillz up
Fingertips hurt puttin' that in
Move that white in bulk like Jergens

New rappers need to town
This the East music, Grandpa Ghost is around
Icon y'all now
Be out dawn 'fore shit get wild