Luyện nghe bài hát Flexin'

{T.I.}
Yeah, the King, cuh
You my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
I'm up, too
I don't know what them doin'
I'm flexin', tho',
it go, K.R.I.T.!

K.R.I.T.} T.I.

(Hold it now) I'm flexin',
(Hold it now) I'm stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin',
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain't

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I down
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my
I rep the town, hold it down, all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know
want me back behind that wall, that's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' that f-ck shit, think it but it ain't, doe
I'm and true when I'm ridin' through, I ain't hidin', they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer HD

(Hold it now) I'm flexin',
(Hold it now) I'm stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin',
(Hold it now) Bitch, you know?

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I Louis
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna talk Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, a big hill, too, some'll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, you call that?
the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga f-ck wit' me

(Hold it now) I'm flexin',
(Hold it now) I'm stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin',
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain't

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or it's down

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys ain't sold
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't dope
still split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce right
room for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That pack, I blow big
stunt so big
Please don't get wrong,
Or them Gs gon' yo' wig
The A is mine, no questions
The King is home, bitch, the is back
My swagga turned 'em like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

x2}

{T.I}
Okay, man, you don't see what's in yo' face, big
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand
Yeah, doin' real, I'm talkin' 'bout real proper,
You understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You understand
bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let's do shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin'
Mississippi up