Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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Yes y'all throw your 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 keep the juice blending, who?
Fuck black I didn't like the ending
Why? 'Cos we two niggas always making
Too many million dollar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, stimulation a nigga wig push back
Like he gotta a bottom here for men cap
He went from to Ceasers
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
Full of finesse, complex
And I'm the L, C dash 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

gizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the dizzi
Just a lesson for you MC's
'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these,

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

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

Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat
C'mon and with 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 your son
Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on
Ah man in a happy and fun way
You know,
Yeah, you know

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

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