Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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

Two big ballers keep the juice blending,
Fuck black I didn't like the ending
'Cos we two jiggy niggas always making
Too million dollar affiliations

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

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

Gotta keep on it high
Gotta keep on making it
Gotta on making it high
keep 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 needs refilling
Let me bust my milk on back, watch you start illing
You know she's willing, 'cos a star trekker
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of

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

Gotta on making it high
Gotta keep on making it
keep 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 shake it all night
Shake it, it

lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back
C'mon shake it, just it, c'mon shake it, just break it
You gotta ride it baby, bust Mr. Smith
Flip mode yo, 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,
Don't be me, me, me

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

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig back
Like he gotta a bottom here for men cap
He went from dreadlocks to
Now he called cash brothers 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 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 busy for
Mizzy kizzi let the dizzi
a lesson for you sucker MC's
'Cos y'all make no rhymes like these, period

is bond, ah man
I had a good time with you Mr. Smith
Do you think ever 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, up, word up, word up
Mr. Smith and Rhymes get down

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
and chill 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 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

Like a 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, put them shades on
Niggas leaning like they deformed or something
Ha, fix neck
You like like Shaq in that