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 when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, screw
I you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip 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, wearin' diamonds Puff
We got everybody else music like us
So up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been screw down here for a while!

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

Now you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a
I get with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work, you don't eat, that's a known
I don't just rap, nigga I how to act
But hold up! You better get your own
'Cause we been with magazines for a while!

we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all 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 take a look at my
And after that, come take a look at my
Yeah, I represent the South, Pastor Troy
And I'm fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get 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 my high, just leave me alone!
'Cause I get like Cheech and Chong
They call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm educated
But hold up! You get your own style
we been smokin' high-time weed for a while!

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

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

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

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