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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin' my kicks,
Papparazzi I go, I got cameras all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all in my old school
My loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
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, it sweet 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 ain't

(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 about 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 ride 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 nigga f-ck wit' me

(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 so-called boys ain't sold enough
OGs ain't old
MCs ain't enough
still split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
room for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That pack, I blow big
stunt so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or Gs gon' bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no questions
The King is home, bitch, the best is
My swagga turned 'em just 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' real proper, patna?
You understand I got that sack, bruh!
ain't changed shit, homeboy
You understand
Rubber bands on deck, guess why,
Big K.R.I.T., let's do shit one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up