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 know what them folk
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 know?

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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, all around in my old school
My loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that's the place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' 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 down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer 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 down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I rep the west of that A like this, wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I 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 throne is empty, I own
Folk in Kirkland, a big hill, too, some'll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal 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 ain't

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

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

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