Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

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

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

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

Yeah, yo, yo this is like 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
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 be on 'Gangland' wit' cha face all blurred
deaded up slumped over the curb
Just next time how you write your words

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

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

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

Blowed cream, never throw dollar bills up
You we window baggin' that krillz up
Fingertips hurt puttin' work in
Move that white in nigga like Jergens

New rappers need to town
This the coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around
Icon tellin' now
Be out before dawn 'fore get wild