Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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Yes y'all throw hands up real high
see where the people in the world is at
Where you at
With L L Rhymes check it out

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

Abbreviation, L L,
I'm platinum every time, it's
we serious when we experience millions
High to the max, extra big willing

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

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

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

Aiyo, I your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you 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 checker
In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black &
The reason being, I work my tool
Handcraft the till it's baked just right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 busy for bissi
Mizzy let the rhythm dizzi
a lesson for you sucker MC's
'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes these, period

is bond, ah man
I had a good time with you Mr. Smith
Do you think ever recover?
I have no idea, I see niggas is in and concussions

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

get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill 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 a little bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man in a and fun loving way
You know,
Yeah, you know

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

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