Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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

Two big ballers keep the blending, who?
Fuck 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
we serious when we experience millions
High to the max, extra big willing

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

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

Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a
Two hundred and pounds, you're half shilling
Yo, ice-watery flow like water spilling
You know the 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 start
You know she's willing, 'cos honey's a star
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of

Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than checker
In the process of the jolt she 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 keep on it high
Gotta keep on making it
keep on making it high

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

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

Ladies get up out your 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 jealous niggas, change ways
bust
Mr
We on the track, I spark the lah
I catch a contact

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

I be the B U S T A R H Y M E S
Full of finesse, lyrically
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 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 working with you Mr. Smith
Do you they'll ever recover?
I have no idea, I see niggas is in and concussions

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

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
C'mon and with 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 jealous niggas, change your son
Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on
Ah man in a happy and fun way
You know,
Yeah, you that

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

Shine, nigga put shades on
Niggas leaning leaning like they or something
Ha, fix your
You like Shaq in that commercial