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
money, rubber banded up in the duffle

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

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

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, throat got
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 king
Got a '98 kid's voice on like Lenny Green

Word to my mother I air y'all out
chromers for the one who got the bigger 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 face all
Skull deaded up slumped the curb
Just watch next time how you your words

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

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

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

Blowed y'all cream, never throw bills up
You know we window that krillz up
Fingertips hurt puttin' that in
Move that white in bulk nigga like

New rappers to skip town
This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is
Icon tellin' now
Be out before dawn 'fore shit get