Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Be Straight

Rich baby, Yeah, Yeah, yeah...

Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we eights.
Yeah...yeah...
Doin' on the road, no mo local shit, more like tour dates.
Yeah...yeah...
Tell ya hoe to get a table, and put hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate.
Yeah... yeah...
And its all said and done and ya money gone, We Gone Be Straight.

Ok now, we gone be shawty we gone be straight.
My diamonds look like shawty, that's why I'm always late.
My sideline tryna fight shawty she want her place,
And I don't wanna play no games with ya, that's what for.
My daddy told me 'Never hit her, fuck her good like you miss her'
Make her hurt no sit ups,
been me she woulda been fucked...ok
Money and God, I put no one that.
That thang you do with you tongue you I luv dat.
I poured a eight out for my dead and gone.
I got some doing 40 who ain't never coming home.
I know my time so I check the mirror.
Meanwhile, the ice out the cooler.

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Gettin' scripts by the pint, 4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom,
Shouts out to molly.
out East Atlanta, shouts out to the projects.
Shouts out to my closet, naw out to my wallet.
And we young made bosses,
No dinner but we flossin'
And I'm in the van with 40,
a business man, no talking.
Ok, jet I'm in private nigga,
Okay, okay.
Got a potato at the end so I shoot it, it be silent nigga.
And if you fuck me over, on you baby.
OG Bobby Johnson, give yo ass that baby.
bullets spreadin' like rumors.
That nigga sweatin', get ice out the cooler.

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