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 bags of
Show money, banded up in the duffle

With dirtball niggas that 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 testify
The way a gruesome murder televised?
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 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 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 could be on 'Gangland' wit' cha all blurred
Skull deaded up slumped the curb
Just watch next time how you write your

you hangin' like your last name
Or a old man's that 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 with no
Both arms in a sling, push me on
Style still in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's, I to run trains

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

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

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