Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Flex

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

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

(MJG)
I see a stout
Were to leave a hump off in yo couch mayn
One at this bitcha make yo mouth 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 til your G-strang break loose
I'm now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black brother and yo dead brother she scared brother
Big thick body molaty
Got mo butt than she got
She's a pro switch hitter
But only in the
So parking lot competition is
I aint
And if I around aint cause I'm waiting (Uhn)
Now get along girl get bout straighten

2X

(Eightball)
We it hot
We came to make it than Nevada
Big G slanging Suave House product
In the lab like a cooking weighing up and cutting
Trinity to the MPC dope pushing buttons
Noise
Them ATL boys
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 to see no jealous ass niggas
We came to the party hype and drank up all the liquor
And fuck the gold diggers them free drink sippers
Cause them gone be the ones in the room zippers
With they teeth mind blow by the suite
Waking up bout they wanna go and eat
Hit the dho
You got to go home but yo ass got to go baby
And for sho baby

2X

(MJG)
I saw yo ass
Peekin out the curtain of yo mini
Shadow of yo close behind
me MJG
Run me through fields of flowers
We can fuck for
Come and she you
You say no
How you gone say that when you say yes
A on yo chest I expect nothing less
nuts on yo neck dick on yo chin
Just we done then last time lets do it again
It looks as if to me you got some bout yourself
But everything you struggle to reach is up on the
In homes of who done done it
play around 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 and dividends
Aint got but space now fill it in

3X