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 know?

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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks,
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 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 wit' that 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 down and my pockets fat and my 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 Louis
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or it's down

I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna talk 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 that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my is empty, I own that
in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you that?
the yell 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
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

K.R.I.T.}
Them dope boys ain't sold enough
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't dope
I'll still split yo'
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
room for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, get off my sack
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 King is home, bitch, the is back
My swagga turned 'em like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

x2}

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