Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

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

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

I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon'
The way a gruesome been televised?
Stupid, my name ring in the streets though
Eighty six, used to slip 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 sore
Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got
suckin' on Halls, yo

Yeah, yo, yo verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog tie a for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a king
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 'head and try me, you know you a
You be on 'Gangland' wit' cha face all blurred
Skull deaded up slumped the curb
Just watch time how you write your words

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

Yo, I can do this on crutches, black no legs
Both arms in a sling, push me on
Style still linger in the air like
Girls my 20's, I used to run trains

I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I had to chill instead get
chandelier gown 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
This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is
Icon y'all now
Be out before dawn shit get wild