Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

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

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

I sing a lullaby, who gon' testify
The way a gruesome murder televised?
Stupid, my name still ring in the streets
six, used to slip crack through the peephole

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

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

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

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

Leave you like your last name
Or a old nuts that sag with no shame
Payback's a bitch, yeah, I y'all berries
'Fore find you dead in your little house on the Prairie

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

I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I had to chill instead get
Rich chandelier gown all over my
'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, to Wyclef

Blowed y'all cream, never throw dollar up
You know we baggin' that krillz up
Fingertips puttin' that work in
Move that white in bulk nigga like

New need to skip town
the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around
Icon y'all now
Be out before dawn shit get wild