Luyện nghe bài hát Flexin'

{T.I.}
Yeah, the King, cuh
You my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
I'm up, too
I know 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 Louis
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks,
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' that f-ck shit, think it 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
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

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

(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 it's goin'

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

x2}

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