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 right

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

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

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

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

at home I got a throne where I sit
Piecin' up metaphoric
My style is the quiet, gangster type
But when the 40 hits, it gets

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

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

Come on, hop, picture that on a
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
it ain't about nothin' but flauntin'

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

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

I'm the one that makes you go buy stereo
So you can hear me
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 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 royal King of Cool Rap
And when I rock the joint, they be like "Who's
Fly rappin' nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the
Let's assassinate Tee Tha Great"

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

I wanna say to my homeboys DJ Aladdin and DJ Pooh
My homeboy MC Ren
Blunt-smokin' Mike,
And we outta on out