Luyện nghe bài hát 7-1-3

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

Flip

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

And you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs
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, time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin' laid, man we all got
My so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get own style
we been buyin' six-figure homes for a while!

Now you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing to a Porsche
I get paid 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 get your own style
'Cause we been fuckin' magazines for a while!

we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers never goin' be!
We makin' 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 a look at my house
And after that, take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But up! You better 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 times outta 10, I'm blowin' hydro
So don't my high, just leave me alone!
I get high like 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 smokin' high-time weed for a while!

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

When you see me Big like UGK
I'm choppin' on blades, candy-paint, Jog
I'm sittin' on Twenty's, but I'm
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 records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own
'Cause we ridin' around with straps for a while!

'Cause we the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never be!
We money 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 y'all 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