Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you illing
You know she's willing, 'cos 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 my tool right
Handcraft the cake till baked just right

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

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

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

get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and with 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 jealous niggas, change your
bust
Mr
We on the track, I always the lah
I catch a contact

Aiyo, stimulation make a wig push back
he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap
He went from dreadlocks to
Now he called cash brothers shaving bums is
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 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
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm
Just a lesson for you MC's
'Cos don't make no rhymes like these, period

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

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

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

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

Shine, nigga put them on
Niggas leaning like they deformed or something
Ha, fix neck
You like like in that commercial