Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

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

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

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

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

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

Back at home I got a throne I sit
up metaphoric bits
My style is the quiet, cool type
But when the 40 hits, it hype

Niggas can't and trip
I be rockin' that old school shit
That I used to play when I like a professional
Hittin' to side in my fo'

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

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

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

Now homes, up? Homes
I need headphones to hear the funky
No more switchin', I'll the bitch and
Now we're gonna with the Coolest 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 style and I stay sharp
my lyrics up like art
MC's keep on runnin' my tracks are stunnin'
in '85 is where I spun and

Up jumps the crowned royal 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 assassinate Tee Tha Great"

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

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