Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

Hay-ya
Got my Jazzy Ren in the house
is the mighty King Tee
And my homeboy DJ Aladdin is in the
Blunt-smokin' Mike and I'ma flaunt these lyrics here

Moves, I got for the mind
Kind of but if you hear me, you'll find
No one could the Kingdom I resurrected
this, watch out, there's a hectic

Man on the stage, out a page I wrote
The of shit MC's wanna quote
And get broke off somethin' swell
'Cause I can you try to swell when you bail

But you ain't big, don't try to out your chest
Just fantasize you the best
Not a picture, huh, not vivid
Mediocre MC's can't deal with

And you're hearin' now is Tha Great
(Is right? Oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake)
Yes, I'm comin', I'm bringin' you're wantin'
It might like I'm goin' off but hey, I'm just flauntin'
(Suckers try to him but they never succeed)

at home I got a throne where I sit
Piecin' up bits
My is the quiet, cool gangster type
But the 40 hits, it gets hype

can't understand and trip
When I be rockin' that old shit
That I used to when I rolled like a professional
Hittin' side to in my fo'

Flauntin' the technique just like I speak
My words above the average peak
E can get with a scratch
People keep "Does King Tee still have his Coupe
Or will he flip and make a song 'Knockin' Boots'?"

Come on, hop, that on a flick
I ain't goin' out like a
No matter what you do, I pop up, troop
(Like what?)
of like if I was wild rumor
And this is how you it when you're livin' in Compton
'Cause it about nothin' but flauntin'

(Suckers try to knock him but never succeed)
Yeah, I'm just
(Suckers try to knock him but never succeed)
Break it
(Suckers try to knock him but they succeed)
on

Now homes, What up?
I headphones to hear the funky tones
No more switchin', I'll the bitch and
Now we're gonna swing with the King, the imperial

I'm the one that makes you go buy your
So you can hear me
And bro, on the microphone I'm a
You got and on the mic you're a extra

I go deep for the dope style and I sharp
Frame my up like art
MC's on runnin' 'cause my tracks are stunnin'
Back in '85 is I spun and

Up jumps the crowned royal of Cool Rap
And I rock the joint, they be like "Who's that
Fly rappin' nigga?" and be like, "Pull the trigger
Let's assassinate Tee Tha Great"

But keeps me on top of the crop
With a 40oz. of and a blunt full of pot
And this is for the suckers that be
It's Tee Tha Great, in '92 I'm just flauntin'
Baby, just

I wanna say peace to my homeboys DJ Aladdin and DJ
My MC Jazzy Ren
Mike, youknowmsayin'?
And we outta on out