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 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
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

I wear row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that's the only place 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 ridin' through, I ain't hidin', they can just 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, 'cause I love the hood, the ain't dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want
My position vacant, my crown me, my throne is empty, I own that
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 call
Mail the yell to 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
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 dope
I'll still yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, right back
room for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, get off my sack
loud pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or Gs gon' 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?

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