Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

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

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

I sing a lil' lullaby, who testify
The way a gruesome murder televised?
Stupid, my name still ring in the 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 mouth, throat got scratched
suckin' on Halls, yo

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

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

Go and try me, you know you a bird
You could be on 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 that sag no shame
a bitch, yeah, I smash y'all berries
'Fore find you dead in your little house on the Prairie

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

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

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

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