Luyện nghe bài hát Flexin'

{T.I.}
Yeah, the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo,
I'm up, too
I don't know what folk 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 Louis
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I wear row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know
Feds want me back behind that wall, that's the place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I wit' that f-ck shit, think it sweet 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 ain't

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

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

(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 goin' down

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called boys ain't sold enough
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't enough
still split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
loud pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please don't get wrong,
Or Gs gon' bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The King is home, bitch, the is back
My turned 'em just 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 that?
Yeah, doin' real, I'm 'bout real proper, patna?
You that? I got that sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber bands on deck, why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let's do this one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin'
stand up