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 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 know?

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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks,
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all in my old school
My loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that's the place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' that 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 and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than 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
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's down

I rep the west of that A this, don't wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll head to and all that
Real ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga f-ck 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 down
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys ain't sold
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't dope
I'll still split yo'
You So So, I'm dat
work, bounce right back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon' yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga turned 'em just my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who stoppin'

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' real proper, patna?
You understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison ain't changed shit,
You that?
bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it down
stand up