Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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Yes throw your hands up real high
Let's see where the people in the is at
you at shorty?
With L L Busta check it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ladies get up out seat, 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 niggas, change your ways
bust
Mr
We on the track, I always the lah
I always catch a

Aiyo, stimulation make a wig push back
Like he touch a bottom here for men cap
He went dreadlocks to Ceasers
Now he called cash brothers 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 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 dizzi
a lesson for you sucker MC's
'Cos y'all don't no rhymes like these, period

is bond, ah man
I had a good time with you Mr. Smith
Do you think they'll ever
I have no idea, I see is in comas and concussions

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

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
and chill with 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 a little bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man in a and fun loving way
You know,
Yeah, you that

Like a little bit of ice waters and man
You niggas need to 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 neck
You like like Shaq in commercial