Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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Yes y'all throw hands up real high
Let's see where the in the world is at
Where you at
With L L Busta check it out

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

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

Uh, huh, with a third of my
I'll buy 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 on making it high
Gotta on making it high
keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig push
he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap
He went dreadlocks to Ceasers
Now he called brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid so watch

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 leers waiting on the runway,

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

gizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm
Just a lesson for you MC's
y'all 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 and concussions

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

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know I'm
Fellas get up out you seat, seat,
be ice-grilling me, me, me

Uh, you jealous niggas, change ways son
Ah man splash a little bit of on niggas
Ah man in a and fun loving 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
the fuck off put your shades on baby

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