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 stripes row, my Louis, ho, matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know
Feds want me behind that wall, that's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' f-ck 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 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 down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or it's down

I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't
My hustle grand, my 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 Pittsburgh and all
Real ride 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 ain't

(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 sold enough
OGs ain't old
MCs dope enough
I'll still split yo'
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, get off my sack
loud pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon' yo' wig
The A is mine, no questions
The is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga 'em just like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

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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 that?
Yeah, doin' real, I'm talkin' 'bout proper, patna?
You understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let's do shit one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up