Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

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

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

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

But you ain't big, don't try to stick out your
fantasize you bein' the best
Not a clear picture, huh, not
Mediocre MC's 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' you're wantin'
It might sound like I'm off but hey, I'm just 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, gangster type
But when the 40 hits, it gets

Niggas can't understand and
When I be rockin' that old school
That I used to when I rolled like a professional
Hittin' to side in my fo'

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

Come on, hop, picture that on a
I goin' out like a trick
No matter you do, I always pop up, troop
(Like what?)
Sort of like if I was wild
And this is how you pump it when you're livin' in
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)
Break it
(Suckers try to knock him but they succeed)
on

Now homes, What up?
I headphones to hear 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 hear me
And bro, on the microphone I'm a
You got played and on the mic a extra

I go for the dope style and I stay sharp
Frame my lyrics up art
MC's keep on runnin' 'cause my tracks are
in '85 is where I spun and

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

But faith keeps me on top of the
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, just

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