Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Star

[Intro: Minaj]


Young

[Verse 1: Minaj]
I been smokin' gas, bitches
Man, I feel just like a
Cover up my like a ninja
In this Alexander scarf
I'mma a bag, they gon' pull up
And then they let them things off
I switchin' up my hairstyle
But my let it bang off
and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me
Me and in LIV
When my album these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out lyin', had you dyin' to spar
You was tryin' too
I'm out here livin' though, I am out livin' though
Me and winnin' though
out here twinnin' though
I am on my though
I am just so
Bands, I go get it
Weezy on his
A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of shit
All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to shit
These bitches pussy
them out my pussy though
Niggas my cookie though
'Cause it like cookie dough
Smoke, I got a free
Flow sick, get a
Niggas don't mean my race they say she blacked
I am the (Facts)
I'm she lacks
get on your kneecap
I don't mean C.
get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a free pap
You bitches don't out, you get your QB sacked
I'm OBJ, hoes; records like ankles
I've that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on, they miss me when I'm gone
I'm

[Hook: Lil
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I just fucked like five hoes in my
Got 'em feelin' like they five
Your throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just a doctor
Pop X with my exotic dancer
She cryin' and said her job hard
her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In 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 down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass
A fly bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the
An in the toaster
A cradle in the
The doing yoga
And I wake up, smell the
I don't how I woke up
I was in a coma
But now I'm in the
high socks on the front porch
Two cups the mud flowin'
The plug ain't me nothin' for it
I tears of fuckin' joy
LVs on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me where I'm fuckin'
I up with my skaters
Make 'em you with their fuckin' boards
shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the
Shoot you in the parkin' lot
Shoot you down in the food
Hit your crib in the
Then disappear on the
Act a jackass like
Then like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on screen door
Leave a red around your queen's throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink
Like a red stain on snow
That money gang, 500
On that 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 your name
Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other
Throwin' up Eastside like stomach
get took to Spain
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 her name
go Buka Bang
You don't even where to put the blame
cold

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

Switch her out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' 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' In Peace to Kia
her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to
That's sick shit