Luyện nghe bài hát Starsky & Hutch

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

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

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

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

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

Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a
Two hundred and pounds, you're half shilling
Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like spilling
You know the 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 know she's willing, 'cos a star trekker
Clothes off like jewels in front of Mecca

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

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

lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back
C'mon, you gotta it baby
You gotta shake it all baby
Shake it, it

Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean
C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon it, just break it
You gotta ride it baby, Busta 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, your ways
bust
Mr
We on the track, I always the lah
I always a contact

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig back
Like he gotta touch a here for men cap
He went from to Ceasers
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
Full of finesse, 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

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

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

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

Ladies get up out your seat, seat,
and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you I'm Audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat,
Don't be me, me, me

Uh, you jealous niggas, change your son
Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on
Ah man in a and fun loving way
You know,
Yeah, you know

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

Shine, put them shades on
Niggas leaning leaning like deformed or something
Ha, fix your
You like like Shaq in commercial