Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Me

[Chris
Uh, Boom,
We ballin' in the
Sweepin' up my competition me Mr. broom
knockin' niqqaz over, me bulldozer,
one more for these *** and it's over,
i'm a strike that something like a cobra,
i she want my venom, but i ain't gon' leave it in her,
and right after i get her, she she with a winner,
and we to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner,
(Chris laughs)
look at my jewels,
aviator shades I lookin' at you,
Ah chu, me twice,
be a rich nigga I be shitin' on life,
magazine covers, rubbers,
I mean magnum, I fuck with stragglers,
want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
did you check the ? lights camera, action
at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

a beat, beat
and toot, toot,
out there brains, car need a new roof,
lookin' like a superstar, I roll thru
and shawty I'm the truth, so mama it do?
now ride out, ain't no trippin'
when we to my hide-out,
big cause you sippin' on my bottle
only fuckin' with them models,
now let's get it ..

(?) did it, if you it,
I did it
if you it,
then i'm it
we can do this all-night

minute don't compare to my limit
i'm in it
and I get it i'm a it to you all night,

I'm the yeah I go hard,
don't stand in lines nigga I
fat boy celebrity I'm so large
and don't need no cause I'm in charge

Holla at Me Boo, at Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Turnt Up (x2)

(Ha)
I'm hot mo'fucka, get a bitch
Don't say shit, get your
rich let tha champagne drip,
niggas jack but this L.A. shit
get it back, it back
'bout shit,
snap back them ain't rare, where the tag at ?,
wack-ass all up in my ear bag back,
I bag bad mo'fucka Kat Stacks,
(TYGA Laughs)
yellow nigga, no
Got the out, no mats,
get camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady clap your ass,
Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh,
loc's on, chucks low, black dog,
patron top wash straight the liquor store,
I'm turnt up I can't feel my .. so

Holla at Me Boo, at Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Turnt Up (x2)
Hey (x3)
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