Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Flex

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

(Eightball)
let me grip the mic and rip the track
Freaky hoes let me see you shaking you got
Trick niggas buy hoes 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 a fuck
At the bar drinking looking at them hoes strut
Up and down to side for a nigga like a foe
Young hoes at the club to pack they shit and go
Dont trip
the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a get a sample of them lips baby
And we keep 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 you need
Hold on let me click MJ what you see

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

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(Eightball)
We it hot
We to make it hotta than Nevada
Big G slanging Suave House product
In the lab like a cooking weighing up and cutting
Trinity to the MPC making dope buttons
Organized
country ATL boys
Got it up and sewed up and keep it rocked up
up
Doing the like Lil Key Key
Tricks talking shit gone see my hollow in 3D
But we come to see no jealous ass niggas
We came to keep the hype and drank up all the liquor
And fuck with the gold diggers them free drink
Cause them be the ones in the room pulling zippers
With they teeth blow by the presidential suite
Waking up talking they wanna go and eat
Hit the dho
You aint got to go but yo ass got to go baby
And for sho baby

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(MJG)
I saw yo ass
out the curtain of yo mini shirt
Shadow of yo pussy behind
me MJG
Run with me through fields of
We can fuck for
Come and she you
You say no
How you gone say that you dress say yes
A saddle on yo chest I expect less
Than nuts on yo neck on yo chin
Just like we done then last lets do it again
It looks as if to me you got some handles yourself
But everything you struggle to is up on the shelf
In homes of pimps who done it
Some around with your mind we run it
Gin sippers Mound, Tennessee nigga
We deliver all up and down the river
Fuck a bitch
No ID no and dividends
got nothing but space now fill it in

3X