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
you at shorty?
With L L Busta Rhymes it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just lean left, lean right, front, lean back
C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just it
You gotta ride it baby, 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
Fellas get up out you seat, seat,
Don't be me, me, me

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

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig back
Like he gotta touch a here for men cap
He went from to Ceasers
Now he called cash brothers shaving 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 O, dash O, L
Period J my waiting 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 for bissi
kizzi let the rhythm dizzi
Just a for you sucker MC's
'Cos y'all don't make no like these, period

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

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

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

Like a little bit of ice 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 deformed or
Ha, fix your
You like like Shaq in that