Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

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

Moves, I got moves for the
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 wanna
And get off somethin' real swell
'Cause I can tell you try to swell you bail

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

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

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

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

Come on, hop, picture 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 pump it when livin' in Compton
'Cause it ain't nothin' but flauntin'

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

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

I'm the one that makes you go buy stereo
So you can me flow
And bro, on the I'm a flexer
You got and on the mic you're a extra

I go deep for the dope and I stay sharp
Frame my up like art
MC's keep on 'cause my tracks are stunnin'
Back in '85 is where I 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
With a 40oz. of and a blunt full of pot
And this is for the that be frontin'
It's Tee Tha Great, in '92 I'm just flauntin'
Baby, just

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