Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Like That

[Featuring: 2 Chainz, V]

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

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

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We too turnt up
up to the max
We be to it
Do it straight that

1: Meek Mill]
DJ turn me up! Please turn me down
These niggas ain't hear me then, these gonna hear me now
I got bad in my section, these niggas wanna burn me down
So I'm make it sparkle, tell the waiter come serve me now
Just Ciroc bottles and top models, all real that pop bottles
I up and I drop-topped, and my bad bitch just popped out
And Alakazam! This shit way out of my hands!
And I'm with black card shawty, vroom-vroom jumpin out of 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 so long and my bitch so mean
We on strong and I'm with my team
And We up, got your bitch tryna fuck

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All I do is turn up, I'm about to y'all
Early get the worm, I'm up way before y'all
I don't even y'all, riding with the doors off
her on the lean, then I fucking doze off!
The dope man is my role model, I had a TV on top of my floor
bitch would show, fiends used to smoke dope out the antenna
Closet of amphibians, aim at it and hit it
between me and your girl: my girl, ass thicker
Life my trunk, real niggas respect it
Dumb charm on my necklace, stupid watch on my wrist
I have a lot so I brag a lot, when I got a lot, I pop a lot
I bought a drop, some pussy, get head in the parking lot
My rhyme style's unorthodox, my weed no Tic-Tac
me where I get that, Gucci sat on my flip flap!
Paint job cost 10 stacks, cost me another ten
So tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend to a friend

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

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