Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

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

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

I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon'
The way a gruesome murder been
Stupid, my name ring in the streets though
Eighty six, 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 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 king
Got a '98 kid's voice on 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 up slumped over the curb
Just watch next how you write your words

Leave you hangin' your last name
Or a old man's nuts sag with no shame
a bitch, yeah, I smash y'all berries
'Fore they find you dead in 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

Chill I got next, go behind
I had to chill instead get neck
Rich chandelier gown all over my
'Bout to ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef

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

New rappers need to skip
This the coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around
Icon y'all now
Be out before 'fore shit get wild