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 folk
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 stripes row, my Louis, ho, matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my
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 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, 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 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 ain't

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

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

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called boys ain't sold enough
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't dope
I'll split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, right back
room for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please don't get wrong,
Or Gs gon' bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no questions
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 in yo' face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand
Yeah, doin' real, I'm talkin' 'bout proper, patna?
You understand I got that sack, bruh!
ain't changed shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let's do this one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it down
Mississippi up