Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

Hay-ya
Got my homeboy Ren in the house
This is the mighty Tee
And my homeboy DJ is in the place
Blunt-smokin' Mike and flaunt these lyrics right here

Moves, I got moves for the
of weary but if you hear me, you'll find
No one conquer the Kingdom I resurrected
Perfected this, watch out, there's a

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

But you ain't big, don't try to stick out your
fantasize you bein' the best
Not a clear picture, huh, not
Mediocre MC's can't deal this

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

Back at I got a throne where I sit
Piecin' up bits
My style is the quiet, gangster type
But when the 40 hits, it hype

Niggas understand and trip
When I be that old school shit
I used to play when I rolled like a professional
Hittin' to side in my fo'

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

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

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

Now homes, What up?
I need 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 you go buy your stereo
So you can me flow
And bro, on the I'm a flexer
You got played and on the mic you're a

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

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

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

I wanna say peace to my homeboys DJ and DJ Pooh
My MC Jazzy Ren
Blunt-smokin' Mike,
And we here on out