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 like that

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

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

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

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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 don't even y'all, riding with the doors off
Fuck her on the lean, 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 dope 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 charm on my necklace, stupid on my left wrist
I ain't a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot
I a drop, bought some pussy, get head in the parking lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox, my weed no Tic-Tac
Asking me 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 to tell a friend to tell a friend

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

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