Luyện nghe bài hát Flexin'

{T.I.}
Yeah, the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo,
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 down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I wear row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks, bitch
everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I you?
want me back behind that wall, that's 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', they can hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds 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 down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I rep the west of that A like this, don't talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, a big hill, too, some'll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll ride me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you call that?
the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal 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 ain't

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

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys ain't sold
OGs old enough
MCs dope enough
I'll still yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
work, bounce right back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That loud pack, I big
stunt so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or them Gs bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no questions
The King is home, bitch, the is back
My turned '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 that?
Yeah, doin' real, I'm talkin' 'bout proper, patna?
You that? I got that sack, bruh!
ain't changed shit, homeboy
You that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why,
Big K.R.I.T., let's do shit one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up