Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Lil'
-Uh, Lil'
I'm hoppin' out in a suit
I got DVD's in my bentley
I got that's 22
buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I'm so when it come to hoes
before I get they phone number they outta they clothes
I take 'em to Papa Deaux's
but only if she a hoe
I gotta lac (what kind), a escalade
I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), first ones made
I gotta watch (what kind), out cartier
I gotta rolley but that's that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get cheddar

Who you Platinum cars
Who you pull? stars
Who you Platinum bars
Platinum teeth, yo jaws
Diamond gon' rock my platinum
toilet to take a ish
Gold is OLD, and is happenin'
so whodi watch

-Yeah, ay, Koopa
green back, stack in my palm
I come in Yukon black with
Ice on the arm and a charm
And you prolly had a thought jackin' it nah
Of course you didn't nigga the is hittin'
behind the throwback I that the boys is trippin'
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a force and him
Top on the drop of course it's missin'
want her man to know
that I'ma hit when I'm I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even to know
A weddin' ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the no
I g's like seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin' like a zoo in a store
Alligator on the with a candy door
Can't stand me no, 'cause I'm havin'
I keep a tune on me just a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the fa'?
Gettin' paper now couldn't be a
Trunk up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my
Chain me 10 g's
no label could pimp me
So it ain't a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get chains off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the ay!
Cover ya eyes it'll like a U.T. Ray
Stay in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the gold in my chain
Raisin' the trunk and my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color
Nah I won't let the go to my brain
better be somethin' you hope in the game
You gon' mess around and get choked ya chain
Flip, Bun and in control in the game

B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm the King of the
and the pope of Port
Keep that fire heat on ya
and a meat in daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block
I got them rocks again, and the again
until' the come in
but see the better bring the SWAT my
I promise that we not runnin'
Nigga we be here all day
in this hallway
Keep them cluckers comin' in 'cause we 'em all yay
Them nickles and and quarters
pop of the rock you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the
Got automatic starters, for they automatics
And the Texas boy a automatic to you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, down a bird and bust me a flow
I'm with the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you don't it you must be a hoe so