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 bags of
money, rubber banded up in the duffle

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

I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon'
The way a gruesome murder been
Stupid, my name still ring in the though
six, used to slip crack through the peephole

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chill I got next, go Dirt
I had to chill instead get neck
Rich chandelier all over my flesh
'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, to Wyclef

Blowed y'all cream, never dollar bills up
You know we window baggin' krillz up
hurt puttin' that work in
Move that in bulk nigga like Jergens

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