Luyện nghe bài hát 7-1-3

Junior talked that old talk
I was no [Incomprehensible]
But I found out his daddy was a hussler

Flip

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip 2"
I use to skip 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 Puff
We got everybody else sounding like us
So hold up! You better get own style
'Cause we been bumpin' screw down for a while!

And when you see me at the mall, just me and my
I'm shoppin' with them, 'cause I ain't for a broad
I do shows and crowds, and then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, winter time, I'm on
My click livin' laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't see my room yet
But hold up! You 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, next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these
You work, you don't eat, that's a known fact
I don't just rap, nigga I how to act
But up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been with magazines for a while!

'Cause we the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers never goin' be!
We makin' money never 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 a look at my house
And after that, take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, like Pastor
And I'm fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You get your own style
'Cause we been talkin' on TV for a while!

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

And when you see my at the club, I get my floss on
shinin' and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, 'cause I'ma nigga
And when call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil' Flipper, but my 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!

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 need to Back, Back, and gimme 50
'Cause you ain't sellin' like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own
'Cause we been ridin' around straps for a while!

'Cause we 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!

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

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