Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Like That

[Featuring: 2 Chainz, V]

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

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We do it str8 like that, get money str8 like
We run it str8 like that, who want it 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! Please don't turn me
niggas 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' make it sparkle, tell the waiter come me now
Just Ciroc bottles and top models, all real niggas that pop
I pulled up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch just out
And like Alakazam! This way out of my hands!
And I'm with black card shawty, vroom-vroom out of that Lamb
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 fuck y'all
My money so and my bitch so mean
We smokin on strong and I'm with my
And We turned up, got your bitch fuck

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[Verse 2: 2
All I do is turn up, I'm about to show
bird get the worm, I'm up way before y'all
I even 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, 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
Life sentence my trunk, niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace, stupid watch on my left
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 weed stank no
Asking me where I get that, sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, rims me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to a friend

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[Verse 3: Meek
Straight that nigga, straight like that
No birthday get cake like
And I ball hard niggas hate like
Cause I that work, come straight right back like whoa
I off in the Bent, came straight right back in a Rolls
Peeled off with ya bitch, straight right 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 shit like skurrrt
And be like 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 up to the max, turned up on them racks
Got shorty all on pole and she gon turn 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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