Luyện nghe bài hát Flexing

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

[Chorus: Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up 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',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Verse 2:
Fucked her one time then I hit her on the (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 bitches be bad, 50% up on (bad, plastic)
No I'm not goin' out sad, came from the fire a dragon (no, fire)
I put them birds on the wagon, damn, your 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?
I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you,
me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh,
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

3: Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby]
Should have fucked you and cut you right up a knife
Like all of my homies say you right
Like all of bitches wanna fuck with a Crip
All in my kitchen, they my whip
All of these bitches wanna fuck with a one
All of these bitches wanna with a thug
All of these bitches wanna with lil' Gudda
I show 'em the dick and I 'em no love
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 in the villa
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost Wraith
me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everythin' around me
I was a real nigga when you found me, I fuck 'em I get 'em from around me, go

[Verse 4: Brown]
You I, I been on the road
You been out doing the
Came a way since I put you in designer
Raining in that line with your credit 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: Brown]
me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you,
Would I sit up on you, yeah
me why would 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