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 tour dates.
Yeah...yeah...
ya hoe to get a table, and put these 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 gone be alright we gone be straight.
My diamonds look like light shawty, that's why I'm late.
My sideline fight shawty because 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, just fuck her good you miss her'
her stomach hurt no sit ups,
Couldna been me she been fucked...ok
and God, I put no one above that.
That thang you do with you you know I luv dat.
I a eight out for my partners dead and gone.
I got partners 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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them scripts by the pint, 4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom,
Shouts out to molly.
Shouts out Atlanta, shouts out to the projects.
Shouts out to my closet, naw out to my wallet.
And we still made bosses,
No plans but we flossin'
And I'm in the van with 40,
a business man, no talking.
Ok, that jet I'm in nigga,
Okay, okay.
Got a potato at the end so when I shoot it, it be nigga.
And if you me over, thats on you baby.
OG Bobby Johnson, yo ass that duece baby.
Them bullets spreadin' rumors.
That sweatin', get some ice out the cooler.

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