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 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 matchin' my kicks,
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all in my old school
My loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind 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 I'm ridin' through, I ain't hidin', they 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 know?

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

I rep the west of that A like this, wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King dead
My hustle grand, my long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown 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 that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal all day
to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga f-ck 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 know?

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I Louis
do it, patna
(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 split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
work, bounce right back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, get off my sack
loud pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon' yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The King is home, bitch, the is back
My turned 'em just like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

x2}

{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 talkin' 'bout proper, patna?
You understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber bands on deck, guess why,
Big K.R.I.T., let's do this one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it down
stand up