Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Me

[Chris
Uh, Boom,
We in the room
up my competition call me Mr. broom
knockin' niqqaz over, me bulldozer,
one more drink for *** and it's over,
cause i'm a strike that something a cobra,
i know she my venom, but i ain't gon' leave it in her,
and right after i get her, she she with a winner,
and we straight to the crib, I ain't her to dinner,
(Chris laughs)
Nigga at my jewels,
shades I ain't 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,
niggaz want drama, Grillz bastards
did you check the ? lights camera, action
Holla at Me Boo, at Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Up (x2)

a beat, beat
and toot, toot,
out there brains, car need a new roof,
lookin' a superstar, when I roll thru
and I'm the truth, so mama what it do?
now let's ride out, no trippin'
when we to my hide-out,
big dipper you sippin' on my bottle
only with them A-listin' models,
now get it like ..

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

your minute compare to my limit
i'm in it
and I get it i'm a it to you all night,

I'm the yeah I go hard,
don't stand in lines I bogart
fat boy cause I'm so large
and don't no battery cause I'm in charge

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

(Ha)
I'm hot mo'fucka, get a bitch
Don't say shit, get face-lift
rose let tha champagne drip,
swag jack but this L.A. shit
get it back, it back
'bout shit,
snap them 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 your out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady shot clap ass,
Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh,
loc's on, chucks low, black dog,
patron top wash straight the liquor store,
I'm turnt up I can't my face .. so

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