Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Star

[Intro: Nicki


Young

[Verse 1: Nicki
I smokin' gas, killin' bitches
Man, I just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a
In this Alexander Wang
I'mma a bag, they gon' pull up
And then gon' let them things off
I ain't up my hairstyle
But my let it bang off
Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why can't let me live?
Me and in LIV
When my album drop these bitches is cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to
You was too hard
I'm out here livin' though, I am out here though
Me and Tunechi though
out here twinnin' though
I am on my though
I am just so
Bands, I go get it
on his pedestal
A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang
All these plaques is pilin' up, nowhere to hang shit
These bitches pussy
them out my pussy though
Niggas want my though
'Cause it taste like cookie
Smoke, I got a pack
Flow sick, get a
don't mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the (Facts)
I'm everything she
Bitch get on kneecap
I mean C. Kaep'
I'll get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a pap
You bitches don't ball out, you get QB sacked
I'm OBJ, hoes; break like ankles
I've been bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm
I'm

Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I just fucked five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like they star
Your hoes fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just a doctor
Pop X with my exotic dancer
She start and said her job hard
Switch her out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she Rest In Peace to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my can go HAM
Put my face up in her and my thumb in her ass
her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to her ass
A fly yellow to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she pecan
Oh, I got a in the sofa
An Eggo in the
A cradle in the
The yayo doing
And I wake up, the Folgers
I don't how I woke up
I was in a coma
But now I'm in the
Wearing high socks on the front
Two cups the mud flowin'
The plug charge me nothin' for it
I cried tears of joy
LVs on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me where I'm goin'
I pull up my skaters
Make 'em beat you with fuckin' boards
Sharp shooters pool sharks
Shoot you in the Walmart
you down in the parkin' lot
Shoot you down in the food
Hit crib in the Steamboat
Then disappear on the
Act a jackass like
Then disappear like
Leave a red flag on your screen
Leave a red around your queen's throat
Leave a stain on your mink floor
Like a red on clean snow
That money gang, 500
On that train
And we walkin' around bloody fangs
Playin' games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block, lightning and thunder
When my youngest came, your mother's name
Hit the address, knockin' picture frames and other things
Throwin' up Eastside like stomach
Sugarcane get to Spain
A kilo fell and it the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn't
I brought the AK the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her came
And what's her
go Buka Bang
You don't even where to put the blame
cold

[Hook: Lil
I fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like they star
Your hoes throwin' fits, my patient
Man, I just like a doctor
Pop some X for my dancer
She cryin' and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a
Now she Rest In Peace to Honda

Switch her out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to
Put her ass up in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to Car
her, put her in Mercedes
Now she Rest In Peace to Kia
Switch her out put her in a Mercedes
Now she Rest In Peace to Uber
That's some shit