Luyện nghe bài hát Flexin'

{T.I.}
Yeah, the King, cuh
You my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
I'm up, too
I don't what them folk doin'
I'm flexin', tho',
it go, K.R.I.T.!

K.R.I.T.} T.I.

(Hold it now) I'm flexin',
(Hold it now) I'm stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin',
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain't

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I down
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I wit' that f-ck shit, think it sweet but it ain't, doe
I'm tried and true when I'm ridin' through, I ain't hidin', can just hate me
My top is and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) I'm flexin',
(Hold it now) I'm stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin',
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain't

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I Louis
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna about Bankhead
in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga f-ck wit' me

(Hold it now) I'm flexin',
(Hold it now) I'm stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin',
(Hold it now) Bitch, you know?

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I down
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys ain't enough
OGs old enough
MCs ain't dope
I'll split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
room for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
loud pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or them Gs bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The King is home, bitch, the best is
My turned 'em just like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

x2}

{T.I}
Okay, man, you don't see what's in yo' face, big
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand
Yeah, doin' real, I'm 'bout real proper, patna?
You understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You that?
Rubber bands on deck, why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let's do this one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up