Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Star

[Intro: Nicki


Young

[Verse 1: Nicki
I been smokin' gas, bitches
Man, I feel just like a
up my face like a ninja
In this Wang scarf
I'mma drop a bag, they pull up
And then they let them things off
I ain't switchin' up my
But my niggas let it off
Percocets and Addies, for a fuck I could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why can't let me live?
Me and in LIV
my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to
You was too hard
I'm out here though, I am out here livin' though
Me and Tunechi though
Slimes out twinnin' though
I am on my though
I am just so
Bands, I go get it
on his pedestal
A lot of shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit
bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my though
want my cookie though
'Cause it taste like dough
Smoke, I got a pack
sick, get a Z-pak
Niggas don't my race when they say she blacked
I am the (Facts)
I'm everything she
Bitch get on your
I don't 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
been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone
I'm

[Hook: Lil
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I just fucked like hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like five star
Your hoes fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just a doctor
Pop some X my exotic dancer
She start and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a
Now she screamin' Rest In to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil
on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my in her ass
her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to her ass
A fly bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter
Oh, I got a Draco in the
An in the toaster
A in the chocha
The yayo doing
And I wake up, the Folgers
I know how I woke up
'Cause I was in a
But now I'm in the
Wearing high on the front porch
Two cups the mud flowin'
The plug charge me nothin' for it
I cried tears of joy
LVs on my luggage, boy
ask me where I'm fuckin' goin'
I pull up my skaters
'em beat you with their fuckin' boards
Sharp shooters like sharks
you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the lot
Shoot you in the food court
Hit your crib in the
Then disappear on the
Act a like Steve-O
Then disappear like
Leave a red on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your throat
Leave a stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean
money gang, 500 gang
On money train
And we walkin' around with fangs
Playin' games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block, lightning and thunder
When my youngest came, that's mother's name
Hit the address, knockin' picture frames and other things
Throwin' up Eastside stomach pains
Sugarcane get took to
A kilo and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher
And the Nina came, and her sister
And what's her
It'll go Bang
You don't even know to put the blame
cold

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

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