Luyện nghe bài hát 7-1-3

Junior talked that old talk
I was no daddy
But I out his daddy was a damn hussler

Flip

Now you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin' screw
I know you see my plate, "Lil' Flip number 2"
I use to skip summer school and hit the block and move
That was enough to buy shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin' like Puff, wearin' like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding 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' them, 'cause I ain't trickin' 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 click livin' laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I even see my room yet
But hold up! You get your own style
'Cause we been six-figure homes for a while!

Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The
And the XXL, standing next to a
I get with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I 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 been fuckin' magazines for a while!

'Cause we the 7-1-3!
The type of y'all never goin' be!
We money y'all 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, with AJ and
Or MTV, come take a at my house
And after that, come a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, Pastor Troy
And I'm fresh and clean, like Andre 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 probably hydro
So don't blow my high, just me alone!
'Cause I get high like Cheech and
They call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still
But hold up! You get your own style
'Cause we been smokin' weed for a while!

And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my on
Technomarine and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, I'ma rich nigga
And people 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 been acting bad, drivin' for a while!

When you see me Big like UGK
I'm on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin' on Twenty's, but I'm
I'm ridin' with an AK, you got a B-B Gun
So you to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
'Cause you ain't sellin' records Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get own style
'Cause we been ridin' 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 rappers y'all never be!
We makin' money never goin' see!
'Cause we the 7-1-3!
Houston, nigga!

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