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

I stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo 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 ain't speakin', bitch, do I know
Feds want me back behind that wall, the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' that f-ck shit, think it 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 know?

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I Louis
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 brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
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 Pittsburgh and all
Real goons'll wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't 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 ain't

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

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope boys ain't sold
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't 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
loud pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please don't get wrong,
Or Gs gon' bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The King is home, bitch, the is back
My swagga turned 'em just my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

x2}

{T.I}
Okay, man, you don't see what's in yo' face, big
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you that?
Yeah, doin' real, I'm 'bout real proper, patna?
You understand I got that sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You that?
bands 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