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 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 goin' down

I stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got all in my bidne'
I rep the town, it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I speakin', bitch, do I know you?
want me back behind that wall, that's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' that 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 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 down
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's down

I rep the west of that A this, don't wanna talk about 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 vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll head to Pittsburgh and all
Real goons'll ride me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, nigga 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 so-called dope boys ain't sold
OGs ain't old
MCs dope enough
I'll still yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce right
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 is home, bitch, the best is back
My turned 'em just like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who stoppin'

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{T.I}
Okay, man, you see what's in yo' face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand
Yeah, doin' real, I'm talkin' real proper, patna?
You that? I got that sack, bruh!
ain't changed shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let's do this one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin'
stand up