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

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

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

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[Verse 2: 2
All I do is turn up, I'm about to y'all
Early bird get the worm, I'm up way y'all
I even know y'all, riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean, then I fucking off!
The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my model
bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna
Closet of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
Difference between me and your girl: my girl, ass
sentence my trunk, real niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace, watch on my left wrist
I ain't have a lot so I 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 stank no Tic-Tac
me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flip 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: Meek
Straight like that nigga, like that
No birthday get cake that
And I ball niggas hate like that
Cause I drop that work, come straight right back like
I peeled off in the Bent, came straight right back in a
Peeled off with ya bitch, came straight back with y'all
Nigga we share that bitch, 10 big chains I wear that shit
Big Glock 9, I air that
And a big V12, I steer that shit like
And they be word, I'm with a bad bitch, but I wouldn't wife her
My neck all froze and my wrist like
And my shit so cold, I'm a need a fur
We turned up to the max, up on them racks
Got shorty all on that pole and she gon up for these stacks
Cause I'm ballin, like
My flooded, New Orleans
And I'm on 'em, no toilet
And no referee, I it

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