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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old
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 ain't wit' that f-ck shit, it sweet but it ain't, doe
I'm tried and true when I'm ridin' through, I ain't hidin', they can just me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds 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 down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna talk about
in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want
My vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I 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 down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys ain't sold
OGs ain't old
MCs dope enough
I'll still split yo'
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, right back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That pack, I blow big
stunt 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 stoppin'

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