Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Me

[Chris
Uh, Boom,
We ballin' in the
Sweepin' up my competition me Mr. broom
knockin' niqqaz over, me bulldozer,
one drink for these *** and it's over,
cause i'm a strike something like a cobra,
i know she want my venom, but i ain't leave it in her,
and after i get her, she know she with a winner,
and we to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner,
(Chris laughs)
Nigga at my jewels,
aviator shades I lookin' at you,
Ah chu, me twice,
be a rich nigga I be shitin' on life,
magazine covers, rubbers,
I magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers,
want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
did you check the caption ? lights camera,
at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

a nigga beat,
and toot, toot,
out there brains, car need a new roof,
lookin' like a superstar, when I roll
and shawty I'm the truth, so mama it do?
now let's out, ain't no trippin'
we dippin' to my hide-out,
big dipper cause you on my bottle
only with them A-listin' models,
now let's get it ..

(?) did it, if you it,
I did it
if you it,
then i'm it
we can do this all-night

your don't compare to my limit
i'm in it
and I get it i'm a it to you all night,

I'm the shit I go hard,
don't in lines nigga I bogart
fat boy cause I'm so large
and don't need no cause I'm in charge

at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Up (x2)

(Ha)
I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate
Don't say shit, get face-lift
rich let tha champagne drip,
niggas swag but this L.A. shit
get it back, it back
'bout shit,
snap back ain't even rare, where the tag at ?,
wack-ass all up in my ear bag back,
I bag bad bitches Kat Stacks,
(TYGA Laughs)
nigga, no cabs
Got the out, no mats,
get camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams shot clap your ass,
Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh,
loc's on, chucks low, black dog,
patron top straight from the liquor store,
I'm turnt up I can't feel my .. so

at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)
Hey (x3)
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