Luyện nghe bài hát 7-1-3

Junior talked that old husslin'
I was no daddy
But I found out his daddy was a damn

Lil'

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

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

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

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

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

Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm blowin' hydro
So don't blow my high, leave me alone!
'Cause I get high Cheech and Chong
They call me 'Afroman' when my ain't braided
I got 20 but I'm still educated
But hold up! You get your own style
'Cause we been high-time weed for a while!

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

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

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

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

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