Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

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

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

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

like Vaseline if I was a crook in rap, I'm past the cream
Brand more lean, if you niggas complain of throats
Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got
suckin' on Halls, yo

Yeah, yo, yo this verse is 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

Word to my I air y'all niggas out
Bigger chromers for the one who got the mouth
(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 up slumped over the curb
Just watch next time how you your words

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 find you dead in your little house on the Prairie

Yo, I can do on crutches, black with no legs
Both in a sling, push me on stage
still 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
to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef

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

New rappers to skip town
This the East coast music, Ghost is around
Icon y'all now
Be out before dawn 'fore get wild