Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
bust
Mr
We on the track, I spark the lah
I catch a contact

Aiyo, stimulation make a wig push back
Like he gotta touch a here for men cap
He went from dreadlocks to
Now he called cash brothers shaving 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 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

Mizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm
a lesson for you sucker MC's
'Cos y'all don't no rhymes like these, period

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

ridiculous, word up throw your hands in the air
Just have a time and wave them 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 with me, me, me
baby, you know I'm Audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat,
Don't be me, me, me

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

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

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