Luyện nghe bài hát Flexing

[Verse 1: Lil
I'm too sexy for your
I don't take from no bitch, oh no bitch
And my new don't give me no lip
And when she do, she give me bowl flips, she ride it like a trip
I got you on your mad shit so now you mad shit
I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm outchea math
Bitch, you ratchet on your best day, fuckin' for a face
Outchea sex tapes, why you tryna flex, babe?

[Chorus: Chris
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on
Would I sit up on you, yeah
Would I sit up on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Verse 2:
Fucked her one time I hit her on the mattress (yeah)
get you high, baby, you ain't gotta ask me
Know that you a killer, girl, you a assassin (yeah)
Hoodini do magic, my money stretch elastic (Hoodini, yeah)
All of my be bad, 50% up on plastic (bad, plastic)
No I'm not out sad, came from the fire like a dragon (no, fire)
I put them on the wagon, damn, your bitch be ratchet (brrrr, damn)
All of my be bad, all of my bitches the baddest, yeah (damn)

[Chorus: Brown]
Tell me why, I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you,
I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh,
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda &
Should fucked you and cut you right up like a knife
all of my homies say you wasn't right
Like all of these bitches wanna fuck a Crip
All in my kitchen, they lovin' my
All of bitches wanna fuck with a real one
All of these wanna fuck with a thug
All of these bitches wanna fuck with lil'
I show 'em the and I show 'em no love
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, me Ghost Wraith killer
Call me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everythin' me
I was a real nigga when you me, I fuck 'em then I get 'em from around me, go

4: Chris Brown]
You know I, I been on the
You been out doing the
Came a way since I put you in designer
Raining in that line your credit card declining, oh
I don't how I'm supposed to feel
Girl, you had a thing, you fucked it up you know
Ain't no text backs so you know it's real,
yeah

[Chorus: Chris
me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you,
Would I sit up waiting on you,
Tell me why I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh,
Flexin', flexin', oh, flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh