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 like that

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We do it str8 like that, get money str8 that
We run it str8 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 straight that

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

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All I do is up, I'm about to show y'all
bird get the worm, I'm up way before y'all
I don't know y'all, riding with the doors off
her on the lean, then I fucking doze off!
The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my floor
That bitch would show, fiends used to smoke out the antenna
full of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
Difference between me and your girl: my girl, ass
Life sentence my trunk, real niggas it
Dumb on my necklace, stupid 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 in the parking lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox, my weed stank no
Asking me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, rims cost me ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to a friend

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[Verse 3: Mill]
Straight like that nigga, straight that
No birthday get cake like
And I ball hard hate like that
Cause I drop work, come straight right back like whoa
I peeled off in the Bent, came straight back in a Rolls
off with ya bitch, came straight right back with y'all
Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I don't wear that
Big Glock 9, I air shit
And a big V12, I steer shit like skurrrt
And they be like word, I'm with a bad bitch, but I 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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