Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Flex

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

(Eightball)
Eightball let me grip the mic and rip the
Freaky let me see you shaking what you got
niggas buy them hoes a drank to keep em cool
And I'm be with them niggas drinking yak ackin a fool
Fulla hay fuck security 'cause we give a fuck
At the bar drinking shots looking at hoes strut
Up and down side to side for a nigga a foe
Young hoes at the club ready to they shit and go
trip baby
After the you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of 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 stout
Were bout to leave a off in yo couch mayn
One look at bitcha make yo mouth hang open
Freak you looking at
A true pimp I seen it in her
time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch club goer
Shake it til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red
And yo black brother and yo dead brother she scared brother
Big juicy body molaty
Got mo butt she got body
a go-getter pro switch hitter
But in the dark
So lot competition is hard
I aint
And if I around aint cause 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 slanging Suave House
In the lab like a chemist weighing up and cutting
Trinity to the MPC making dope pushing
Noise
Them ATL boys
Got it up and sewed up and keep it rocked up
up
Doing the southside Lil Key Key
talking shit gone see my hollow tips in 3D
But we didn't come to see no ass niggas
We came to keep the party hype and drank up all the
And fuck the gold diggers them free drink sippers
Cause them gone be the ones in the room pulling
With they mind blow by the presidential suite
Waking up talking bout they go and eat
Hit the dho
You aint got to go home but yo ass got to go
And for sho baby

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(MJG)
I saw yo ass
Peekin out the curtain of yo mini
Shadow of yo close behind
me MJG
Run with me fields of flowers
We can fuck for
Come and she you
You say no
How you gone say when you dress say yes
A saddle on yo chest I nothing less
nuts on yo neck dick on yo chin
Just like we done then last time lets do it
It looks as if to me you got handles bout yourself
But everything you struggle to is up on the shelf
In homes of pimps who done it
Some play with your mind we run it
Gin sippers Orange Mound, 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