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 them folk
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 know?

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I Louis
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I wear row, my Louis, ho, Akoo 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' that 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 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 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 about Bankhead
Still in the like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My grand, my money 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 ride wit' me to Timbuktu, I ain't Gucci, dude, you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal 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 Louis
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or it's down

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called boys ain't sold enough
OGs old enough
MCs ain't dope
still split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
work, bounce right back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, get off my sack
That loud pack, I big
stunt so big
Please don't get wrong,
Or them Gs bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no questions
The is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga turned 'em just my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

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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 understand
Yeah, real, I'm talkin' 'bout real proper, patna?
You that? 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