Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some
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, bigger chubby checker
In the of the jolt she might feel the Black & Decker
The reason being, I my tool right
the cake till it's baked just right

Gotta keep on it high
Gotta keep on it high
Gotta keep on it high
keep on making 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, front, lean back
shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it
You gotta ride it baby, bust Mr. Smith
mode yo, let's sing a little something for the song

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill 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
Busta
Mr
We on the track, I always the lah
I always catch a

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig back
Like he gotta touch a bottom 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
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 gizzy busy for
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm
Just a lesson for you sucker
'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes these, period

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

It's ridiculous, word up throw hands in the air
Just have a good 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 your seat, seat,
C'mon and chill 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 son
Ah man splash a bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man in a and fun loving way
You know,
Yeah, you that

Like a bit of ice waters and shit 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 or something
Ha, fix neck
You like Shaq in that commercial