Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

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

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

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

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

And what you're now is Tha Great
(Is right? Oh yeah, he's back, for haven's 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 I got a throne where I sit
Piecin' up bits
My style is the quiet, gangster type
But when the 40 hits, it gets

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

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

Come on, hop, picture on a flick
I goin' out like a trick
No matter you do, I always pop up, troop
(Like what?)
Sort of like if I was 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 just
(Suckers try to him but they never succeed)
Break it
(Suckers try to knock him but never succeed)
on

Now homes, up? Homes
I headphones to hear the funky tones
No more switchin', I'll the bitch and
Now we're gonna swing the Coolest 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 for the dope style and I stay 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 rappin' nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the
Let's King Tee Tha Great"

But keeps me on top of the crop
With a 40oz. of beer and a full of pot
And this is for the suckers 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 MC Jazzy Ren
Blunt-smokin' Mike,
And we here on out