Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Like That

[Featuring: 2 Chainz, V]

We just too up
up to the max
We be to it
Do it straight like

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We do it str8 like that, get money str8 that
We run it like that, who want it str8 like that?

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We too turnt up
up to the max
We be to it
Do it like that

[Verse 1: Mill]
DJ turn me up! don't turn me down
These niggas ain't hear me then, niggas gonna hear me now
I got bad hoes in my section, these niggas burn me down
So I'm gon' make it sparkle, tell the waiter serve me now
Ciroc bottles and top models, all real niggas that pop bottles
I pulled up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch popped out
And like Alakazam! This way out of my hands!
And I'm with black card shawty, vroom-vroom out of that Lamb
Well damn, it's YSL in my shirt, fly as hell off
Y'all niggas on dirt, I'm on probation poppin on Perc
We sippin that lean, the y'all mean
My money so and my bitch so mean
We smokin on strong and I'm with my
And We turned up, got bitch tryna fuck

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[Verse 2: 2
All I do is up, I'm about to show y'all
Early bird get the worm, I'm up way y'all
I don't know y'all, riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean, then I fucking off!
The dope man is my model, I had a TV on top of my floor model
That bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the
full of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
Difference me and your girl: my girl, ass thicker
Life sentence my trunk, real niggas it
Dumb charm on my necklace, watch on my left wrist
I ain't a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot
I bought a drop, bought some pussy, get head in the lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox, my stank no Tic-Tac
Asking me where I get that, sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, cost me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a to tell a friend

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[Verse 3: Meek
Straight that nigga, straight like that
No birthday get cake like
And I hard niggas hate like that
Cause I drop that work, straight right back like whoa
I off in the Bent, came straight right back in a Rolls
Peeled off with ya bitch, came straight right back y'all
Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I don't that shit
Big Glock 9, I air that
And a big V12, I steer shit like skurrrt
And they be word, I'm with a bad bitch, but I wouldn't wife her
My neck all froze and my wrist burr
And my shit so cold, I'm a a light fur
We turned up to the max, turned up on racks
Got shorty all on that pole and she gon turn up for these
I'm ballin, like Spalding
My wrist flooded, New
And I'm shittin on 'em, no
And no referee, I it

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