Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

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

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

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

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

And what hearin' now is Tha Great
(Is right? Oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake)
Yes, I'm comin', I'm bringin' what you're
It might sound like I'm goin' off but hey, I'm just
(Suckers try to knock him but they succeed)

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

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

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

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

(Suckers try to him but they never 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, up? Homes
I need headphones to the funky tones
No more switchin', pitch the bitch and
Now we're swing with the Coolest King, the imperial

I'm the one that makes you go buy stereo
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 keep on runnin' 'cause my tracks are
in '85 is where I spun and

Up jumps the crowned royal King of Rap
And when I rock the joint, they be "Who's that
Fly nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the trigger
Let's King 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 be frontin'
It's King Tee Tha Great, in '92 I'm flauntin'
Baby, flauntin'

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