Luyện nghe bài hát Starkology

Yo, yo, y'all respect my bus
We got whores with no 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 from
Boostin' niggas pop tags in the mall
True hoggers, used a few stockings
Niggas, hand over the cash when heat's to noggin'

I a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify
The way a gruesome murder been
Stupid, my name still ring in the streets
Eighty six, used to slip crack through the

Biscuit like Vaseline if I was a crook in rap, I'm past the
Brand more lean, if you niggas complain of throats
the gun in they mouth, throat got scratched
They 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 king
Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny

to my mother I air y'all niggas out
Bigger 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' cha face all blurred
Skull up slumped over the curb
Just watch next time how you your words

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

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

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

y'all cream, never throw dollar bills up
You we window baggin' that krillz up
Fingertips hurt puttin' that in
Move that in bulk nigga like Jergens

New need to skip town
This the East coast music, Ghost is around
Icon tellin' now
Be out before 'fore shit get wild