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 folk
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 it's down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks,
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 you?
Feds want me behind that wall, that's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't 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 diamonds 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
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

I rep the west of A like this, don't wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My vacant, my crown 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 wit' 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, 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 Louis
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope ain't sold enough
OGs old enough
MCs ain't dope
I'll split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, right back
room for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That loud pack, I big
Always 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 '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 that?
Yeah, real, I'm talkin' 'bout 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 shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it down
Mississippi up