Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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

Two big keep the juice blending, who?
black Ceaser I didn't like the ending
Why? 'Cos we two niggas always making
Too many million affiliations

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back
C'mon, you ride it baby
You gotta shake it all baby
it, shake it

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

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill me, me, me
C'mon baby, you I'm Audi
get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be me, me, me

Uh, you niggas, change your ways
Busta
Mr
We on the track, I spark the lah
I catch a contact

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig back
he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap
He went from dreadlocks to
Now he cash brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid so watch

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

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 rhythm
Just a lesson for you sucker
'Cos y'all don't no rhymes like these, period

is bond, ah man
I had a good time working with you Mr.
Do you think they'll recover?
I no idea, I see niggas is in comas and concussions

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

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 son
Ah man a little bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man in a happy and fun way
You know,
Yeah, you know

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

Shine, put them shades on
Niggas leaning like they deformed or something
Ha, fix neck
You like like Shaq in commercial