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 know?

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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all in my old school
My speaker and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me behind that wall, that's the only 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 through, I ain't hidin', they can just hate me
My top is down and my 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 it's down

I rep the west of A like this, don't wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want
My position vacant, my 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 ain't Gucci, dude, what you call
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 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 know?

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

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys sold enough
OGs old enough
MCs ain't enough
I'll still yo' coconut
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
Please get wrong, homie
Or them Gs bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga turned 'em 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 proper, patna?
You understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison changed shit, homeboy
You that?
Rubber bands on deck, why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up