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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, matchin' my kicks, bitch
everywhere 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 speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that's the only that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I wit' that 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 just 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 know?

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

I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna talk Bankhead
Still in the 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 position vacant, my crown await me, my is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, a big hill, too, some'll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the to East 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
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

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 asked
The King is home, bitch, the best is
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!
ain't changed 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