Luyện nghe bài hát 7-1-3

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

Flip

Now you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin' screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' number 2"
I use to skip summer school and hit the and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new
Now I'm shinin' like Puff, diamonds like Puff
We got else music sounding like us
So hold up! You get your own style
'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 trickin' for a
I do shows and crowds, and then I get paid
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 even see my room yet
But hold up! You get your own style
'Cause we been buyin' six-figure for a while!

Now when you see me in the Vibe, Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a
I get paid my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these
You don't work, you don't eat, that's a 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' money y'all goin' see!
'Cause we 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 take a look at my
And after that, take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, Pastor 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 my high, just leave me alone!
'Cause I get high Cheech and Chong
They call me 'Afroman' my hair ain't braided
I got 20 but I'm still educated
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 get my floss on
shinin' and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, 'cause I'ma 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 up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been 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 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' with straps for a while!

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

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