Luyện nghe bài hát Star/Pointro

Get 'em up okay, yeah

Go all-star, and get down for
To the ladies in the house, we of y'all
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of
High, 'em up high, okay

When adrenaline get in they system
It get 'em out on a quest for stardom, could be a mother problem
In Philly, Cincinnati, Los or Harlem
Kids themselves killers let they hammers do the talkin'
even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing
And you dream of floodin' the with, yayo and greenery
But for now, you stickin' her with the machinery
Wonder how, you lift it up, be 17
And everybody he want to shine, young brothers on the grind
Holdin' in their spine, "Bowling for Columbine"
Stressin' to me how it's all about a dollar
Dig the way you out of line, out of and out of mind
Up against the and damn near out of time
"The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that's the line
To all my peoples that are stars, it's our time to
Let's get 'em up high,

Go all-star, and get for yours
To the ladies in the house, we proud of
You got the, Roots crew the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high,

Go all-star, and get for yours
To the in the house, we proud of y'all
You got the, Roots crew with the of course
High, lift 'em up high,

Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the
I'm deprogrammin' y'all with slang shit
I know some peoples in the armed and dangerous
Twist cool champagne, I'm goin' through changes
A grown-ass man, I done my dues
Learn the lil' homey, you could be one too
Niggas know, ain't no tellin' he gonna' do
But young bro, I'mma do it for you
You know We're all stars and we highly evolved
Hip-Hop, it's not pop like Minogue
If it bang, gettin' busy brothers probably involved
In the game, where everybody got a to draw
I you probably a thug, you boss ballin' or what?
I can't call it man, I got the ladies in love
Cause handsome, intelligent, I'm all the above
I know you it it's the movement
Groove to it while you it up

Go all-star, and get for yours
To the ladies in the house, we proud of
You got the, crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high,

Go all-star, and get for yours
To the ladies in the house, we proud of
You got the, Roots crew the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high,

the band you gotta see to believe
He got the mic in his hand, so keep the up your sleeve
It's Black Thought, he rockin' so the speakers'll bleed
I run a triathlon, you see me fatigued
I'm a star, and maybe y'all should cop to be
Or trade some of y'all equipment in for something you
Cause a, lot of bullshit floodin' the scene
Where a star, and hot shit is few and far between
We the grip of what, garbage mean
Shorties to be themselves, I know it's hard to be
Don't want to do the Studdard and come off less threatening
Keepin' it I'll kill you if you end up lettin' it
Ain't it blowin' your mind how the game all in
Now the best, to the rest, we fin' to end up it
I'd you that I was a veteran but it's evident
You act like you want it, you gonna' end up it

Go all-star, and get down for
To the ladies in the house, we proud of
You got the, Roots crew the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high,

Go all-star, and get for yours
To the ladies in the house, we of y'all
You got the, Roots crew the sound of course
High, 'em up high, okay

Go all-star, and get for yours
To the ladies in the house, we of y'all
You got the, crew with the sound of course
High, 'em up high, okay

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