Luyện nghe bài hát Flexin'

{T.I.}
Yeah, the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo,
I'm up, too
I know 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 Louis
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or it's down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got all in my bidne'
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old
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 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 tried and true when I'm through, I ain't hidin', they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer 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 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 long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my await me, my throne is empty, I own that
in Kirkland, with 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 yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga f-ck 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
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

K.R.I.T.}
Them so-called dope ain't sold enough
OGs old enough
MCs dope enough
I'll still split yo'
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That loud pack, I big
Always 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 like 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 understand
Yeah, doin' real, I'm talkin' 'bout proper, patna?
You that? I got that sack, bruh!
ain't changed shit, homeboy
You that?
Rubber on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let's do shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin'
Mississippi up