Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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Yes y'all your hands up real high
Let's see where the people in the is at
Where you at
L L Busta Rhymes check it out

Two big ballers the juice blending, who?
Fuck Ceaser I didn't like the ending
Why? 'Cos we two jiggy niggas making
Too many dollar affiliations

Abbreviation, L L,
I'm platinum every time, serious
Aiyo we serious when we experience
rolling to the max, extra big willing

Uh, huh, with a third of my
I'll buy your crib plus the clothes in the closet
Take your current chickens take your ex-chickens
Shake it for papers hey, now she jump shaking

Gotta on making it high
keep on making it high
Gotta on making it high
Gotta keep on making it

Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a
Two hundred and pounds, you're half shilling
Yo, ice-watery lyrics like water spilling
You know the rules of the giz-ame, and top billing

Aiyo, I your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
Let me my milk on your back, watch you start illing
You know willing, 'cos honey's a star trekker
coming off like jewels in front of Mecca

Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than chubby
In the of the jolt she might feel the Black & Decker
The reason being, I work my right
Handcraft the cake till it's baked right

Gotta keep on making it
Gotta on making it high
Gotta keep on making it
Gotta keep on making it

Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean
C'mon, you gotta it baby
You gotta shake it all baby
Shake it, it

Just left, lean right, lean front, lean back
C'mon shake it, just it, c'mon shake it, just break it
You gotta ride it baby, bust Mr. Smith
Flip mode yo, let's a little something for the song

Ladies get up out your seat, seat,
C'mon and chill me, me, me
baby, you know I'm Audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat,
be ice-grilling me, me, me

Uh, you jealous niggas, your ways
bust
Mr
We on the track, I spark the lah
I always catch a

Aiyo, stimulation make a wig push back
Like he gotta a bottom here for men cap
He went from to Ceasers
Now he called cash brothers bums is nasty
Kid so watch

I be the B U S T A R H Y M E S
Full of finesse, complex
And I'm the L, C dash O, dash O, L
Period J my leers waiting on the runway,

Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God
Is it the
Aiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a boy

Mizzy gizzy busy for
Mizzy kizzi let the dizzi
Just a lesson for you MC's
'Cos y'all make no rhymes like these, period

is bond, ah man
I had a good working with you Mr. Smith
Do you think they'll ever
I have no idea, I see niggas is in comas and

It's ridiculous, word up throw hands in the air
Just have a good and wave them around
Throw your hands in the air, up, word up, word up
Mr. and Busta Rhymes get down

get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know I'm
get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be me, me, me

Uh, you niggas, change your ways son
Ah man splash a bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man in a happy and fun way
You know,
Yeah, you know

Like a little bit of ice and shit man
You niggas need to chill down put shades on kid
Cool the fuck off put your on baby

Shine, nigga put them on
Niggas leaning leaning like they deformed or
Ha, fix your
You like like Shaq in that