Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Flex

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2X:
Dont flex
I wanna see you toucha toes in that dress
Bounce it up and down like we sex baby
Give me the head and you can them tricks the rest baby
And less baby

(Eightball)
Eightball let me the mic and rip the track
Freaky hoes let me see you shaking you got
Trick niggas buy them hoes a drank to em cool
And I'm gone be with them drinking yak ackin a fool
Fulla hay fuck security 'cause we give a fuck
At the bar drinking shots looking at them strut
Up and down to side for a nigga like a foe
Young hoes at the club to pack they shit and go
trip baby
After the club you can off in my whip baby
And let a get a sample of them lips baby
And we gone it on the hush
You can hit me on the hip but be blowin a nigga up
9 11 all the time damn tell me what you
on let me click over MJ what you see

(MJG)
I see a thang
Were bout to leave a off in yo couch mayn
One look at this bitcha yo mouth hang open
Freak what you at
A pimp I seen it in her camp
time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch average goer
it baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes you
She's a cover under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black brother and yo dead brother she aint scared
Big thick juicy body
Got mo butt than she got
a go-getter pro switch hitter
But in the dark
So lot competition is hard
I aint
And if I stay around cause I'm waiting (Uhn)
Now get along girl get bout your

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(Eightball)
We it hot
We came to make it hotta than
Big balling G slanging Suave House
In the lab like a cooking weighing up and cutting
Trinity to the MPC making dope pushing
Organized
country ATL boys
Got it locked up and sewed up and keep it up
up
Doing the southside Lil Key Key
Tricks talking shit gone see my hollow in 3D
But we didn't to see no jealous ass niggas
We came to keep the hype and drank up all the liquor
And fuck the gold diggers them free drink sippers
Cause them gone be the ones in the pulling zippers
With they teeth mind blow by the suite
Waking up talking they wanna go and eat
Hit the dho
You got to go home but yo ass got to go baby
And that for sho

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(MJG)
I saw yo ass
Peekin out the curtain of yo mini
Shadow of yo pussy behind
me MJG
Run me through fields of flowers
We can for hours
and she you anytime
You say no
How you gone say that you dress say yes
A saddle on yo chest I nothing less
Than nuts on yo dick on yo chin
Just like we done then last time lets do it
It as if to me you got some handles bout yourself
But everything you struggle to is up on the shelf
In homes of pimps who done it
Some play around with your we run it
Gin Orange Mound, Tennessee nigga
We deliver all up and down the Mississippi
Fuck a check
No ID no and dividends
Aint got nothing but space now it in

3X