Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Be Straight

Rich baby, Yeah, Yeah, yeah...

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

Ok now, we be alright shawty we gone be straight.
My diamonds look like shawty, that's why I'm always late.
My sideline tryna fight because she want her place,
And I wanna play no games with ya, that's what kids for.
My daddy told me 'Never hit her, just fuck her good like you her'
Make her hurt no sit ups,
Couldna me she woulda been fucked...ok
Money and God, I put no one that.
That you do with you tongue you know I luv dat.
I a eight out for my partners dead and gone.
I got some partners doing 40 who ain't never home.
I my time coming 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.
Shouts out Atlanta, shouts out to the projects.
out to my closet, naw shouts out to my wallet.
And we young made bosses,
No plans but we flossin'
And I'm in the van that 40,
Like a man, no talking.
Ok, that jet I'm in nigga,
Okay, okay.
Got a potato at the end so when I it, it be silent nigga.
And if you fuck me over, on you baby.
OG Bobby Johnson, give yo ass that baby.
Them bullets spreadin' rumors.
That nigga sweatin', get ice out the cooler.

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