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 goin' down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my
I rep the town, it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that's the only 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 tried and true I'm ridin' through, I ain't hidin', they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer 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
do it, patna
(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, 'cause I the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my await me, my throne 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 Gucci, dude, what you call that?
the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal 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 ain't

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

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys ain't enough
OGs old enough
MCs ain't enough
I'll split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce right
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 bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no questions
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 in yo' face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you that?
Yeah, doin' real, I'm 'bout real proper, patna?
You understand I got that sack, bruh!
Prison changed shit, homeboy
You that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why,
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up