Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

Hay-ya
Got my Jazzy Ren in the house
This is the mighty 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 weary but if you hear me, you'll
No one could the Kingdom I resurrected
this, watch out, there's a hectic

Man on the stage, screamin' out a page I
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 your
Just you bein' the best
Not a clear picture, huh, not
MC's can't deal with this

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

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

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

Flauntin' the technique like when I speak
My come above the average peak
E can get swift a scratch
People keep askin' "Does 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 goin' out like a
No matter what you do, I pop up, troop
(Like what?)
Sort of like if I was rumor
And this is how you it when you're livin' in Compton
it ain't about nothin' but flauntin'

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

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

I'm the one that makes you go buy your
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
MC's on runnin' 'cause my tracks are stunnin'
in '85 is where I spun and

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

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

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