Luyện nghe bài hát Flexin'

{T.I.}
Yeah, the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo,
I'm up, too
I don't know 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 my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras 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 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 and true when 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 ain't

(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 this, don't wanna 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 spot on top, bitch, I want
My position vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you that?
Mail the to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort 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 ain't

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

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

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{T.I}
Okay, man, you don't see what's in yo' face, big
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 ain't shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber bands on deck, guess why,
Big K.R.I.T., let's do shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it down
Mississippi up