Luyện nghe bài hát Just Flauntin'

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

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

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

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

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 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 I got a throne where I sit
up metaphoric bits
My style is the quiet, cool gangster
But when the 40 hits, it gets

Niggas can't and trip
I be rockin' that old school shit
That I used to play when I rolled like a
side to side in my fo'

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

Come on, hop, picture that on a
I ain't out like a trick
No what 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 about nothin' but flauntin'

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

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

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

I go deep for the dope style and I sharp
Frame my up like art
keep on runnin' 'cause my tracks are stunnin'
Back in '85 is I spun and

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

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

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