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 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 know?

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I down
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 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 that wall, that's the only 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 tried and true when I'm ridin' through, I ain't hidin', they can 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 down
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 the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want
My position vacant, my 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 goons'll wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal 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 down
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

K.R.I.T.}
Them dope boys ain't sold enough
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't enough
I'll 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 get wrong, homie
Or them Gs bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The is home, bitch, the best is back
My turned 'em just like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who stoppin'

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