Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas understand and trip
When I be that old school shit
That I used to play I rolled like 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
People keep askin' "Does King Tee still have his
Or he flip and make a song like 'Knockin' Boots'?"

on, hop, picture that on a flick
I ain't goin' out like a
No matter what you do, I always pop up,
(Like what?)
Sort of like if I was wild
And this is how you it when you're livin' in Compton
'Cause it about nothin' but flauntin'

(Suckers try to knock him but never succeed)
Yeah, I'm flauntin'
(Suckers try to knock him but they succeed)
Break it
(Suckers try to knock him but they 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 with the Coolest 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 and on the mic you're a extra

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

Up jumps the crowned royal of Cool Rap
And I rock the joint, they be like "Who's that
Fly rappin' nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the
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 is for the suckers that be frontin'
It's Tee Tha Great, in '92 I'm just flauntin'
Baby, just

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