Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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Yes throw your hands up real high
Let's see where the in the world is at
you at shorty?
With L L Rhymes check it out

Two big keep the juice blending, who?
Fuck black Ceaser I like the ending
Why? we two jiggy niggas always making
Too many million affiliations

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

Uh, huh, with a third of my
buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
Take your chickens then take your ex-chickens
Shake it down for papers hey, now she jump

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

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

Aiyo, I think your cup needs some refilling
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you illing
You know she's willing, honey's a star trekker
Clothes coming off jewels in front of Mecca

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

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

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

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

Ladies get up out your seat, seat,
and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you 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 catch a contact

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig push
he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap
He went dreadlocks 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
of finesse, lyrically complex
And I'm the double L, C dash O, O, L
J my leers waiting on the runway, bust

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

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

is bond, ah man
I had a time working 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
Just have a good time and wave them
your hands in the air, word up, word up, word up
Mr. Smith and Busta Rhymes get

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
and chill 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, your ways son
Ah man splash a bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man in a happy and fun way
You know,
Yeah, you that

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 deformed or something
Ha, fix neck
You like like Shaq in commercial