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 know?

(Hold it now) I'm Gucci,
(Hold it now) I Louis
do it, patna
(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 and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that's the only place that I 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', 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 Louis
do it, patna
(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 ain't dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll to Pittsburgh and all that
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
to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga 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
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's down

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

x2}

{T.I}
Okay, man, you don't see in yo' face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand
Yeah, doin' real, I'm 'bout real proper, patna?
You that? I got that sack, bruh!
Prison changed shit, homeboy
You that?
bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
Mississippi up