Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Flex

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

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

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

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(Eightball)
We it hot
We came to it hotta than Nevada
Big balling G Suave House product
In the lab like a chemist weighing up and cutting
Trinity to the MPC making dope pushing
Organized
Them country ATL
Got it up and sewed up and keep it rocked up
up
Doing the southside Lil Key Key
Tricks shit gone see my hollow tips in 3D
But we didn't come to see no jealous ass
We came to keep the party and drank up all the liquor
And fuck with the gold diggers them drink sippers
them gone be the ones in the room pulling zippers
With they teeth mind blow by the presidential
Waking up talking bout they go and eat
Hit the dho
You aint got to go 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 shirt
Shadow of yo pussy behind
me MJG
Run with me through fields of
We can fuck for
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 on yo neck dick on yo chin
Just like we done last time lets do it again
It looks as if to me you got some handles yourself
But you struggle to reach is up on the shelf
In homes of pimps who done it
play around with your mind we run it
Gin Orange Mound, Tennessee nigga
We deliver all up and down the Mississippi
a check bitch
No ID no income and
Aint got nothing but now fill it in

3X