Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

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

With dirtball that steal cake from stores
Boostin' niggas that pop 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 testify
The way a murder been televised?
Stupid, my name still ring in the though
Eighty six, used to slip crack the peephole

Biscuit like Vaseline if I was a 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 this verse is like the gas on
Hog tie a for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar
Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Green

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

Go 'head and try me, you know you a
You could be on 'Gangland' wit' cha all blurred
Skull deaded up slumped the curb
Just watch next time how you write 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 your little house on the

Yo, I can do on crutches, black with no legs
Both arms in a sling, push me on
Style linger 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 gown all over my flesh
'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to

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

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