Luyện nghe bài hát 7-1-3

Junior talked old husslin' talk
I was no [Incomprehensible]
But I found out his was a damn hussler

Flip

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin'
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' number 2"
I use to summer school and hit the block and move work
That was to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin' like Puff, wearin' like Puff
We got else music sounding like us
So hold up! You better get own style
'Cause we been screw down here for a while!

And you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs
I'm shoppin' them, 'cause I ain't trickin' for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, and then I get
Summer time, I'm on dubs, time, I'm on blades
My whole livin' laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my yet
But up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been buyin' homes for a while!

Now when you see me in the Vibe, Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these
I hate rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work, you don't eat, a known fact
I don't rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get own style
'Cause we fuckin' with magazines for a while!

we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers never goin' be!
We makin' y'all never goin' see!
we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, nigga!

Now when you see me Tigga, on B E T
Or 106 and Park, AJ and Free
Or MTV, come a look at my house
And after that, take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, Pastor Troy
And I'm fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You get your own style
'Cause we talkin' shit on TV for a while!

Now when you see me a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 outta 10, I'm probably blowin' hydro
So blow my high, just leave me alone!
'Cause I get high like Cheech and
They me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still
But hold up! You better get your own
'Cause we been smokin' weed for a while!

And you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Technomarine and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they
I'm still Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got
But hold up! You get your own style
'Cause we acting bad, drivin' cars for a while!

you see me Big Pimpin' like UGK
I'm on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin' on Twenty's, but I'm
I'm ridin' an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
you ain't sellin' records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get own style
'Cause we been around with straps for a while!

'Cause we the 7-1-3!
The type of y'all never goin' be!
We makin' y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we the 7-1-3!
Houston, nigga!

we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of y'all never goin' be!
We money y'all never goin' see!
we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, nigga!

7-1-3
Nigga that's [Incomprehensible] Texas,
We represent
That's me [Incomprehensible]
Humpty Hump, CEO down
7-1-3, we are