Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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Yes y'all throw your hands up high
Let's see the people in the world is at
you at shorty?
With L L Busta Rhymes it out

Two big ballers the juice blending, who?
black Ceaser I didn't like the ending
Why? we two jiggy niggas always making
Too million dollar 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
buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
Take your current chickens take your ex-chickens
Shake it down for papers hey, now she shaking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ladies get up out your seat, seat,
C'mon and with 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
bust
Mr
We on the track, I spark the lah
I catch a contact

Aiyo, stimulation a nigga wig push back
he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap
He from dreadlocks to Ceasers
Now he called cash shaving 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 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 gizzy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the dizzi
Just a lesson for you MC's
'Cos y'all make no rhymes like 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 comas and

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

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

Uh, you jealous niggas, change ways son
Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on
Ah man in a and fun loving way
You know,
Yeah, you that

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

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