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 them 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 stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know
want me back 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 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
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

I rep the west of A like this, don't wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want
My position vacant, my await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll head to and all that
Real goons'll ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you call
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 wit' me

(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'

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

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 understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up