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 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 down
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, it down, cruise all around in my old school
My loud and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me behind that wall, that's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't that f-ck shit, think it sweet but it ain't, doe
I'm tried and true when I'm ridin' through, I 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 down
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I rep the west of that A like this, don't talk about Bankhead
Still in the like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want
My position vacant, my crown 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, what you call
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Hill 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 Louis
Don't do it,
(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 dope
I'll still yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce right
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, get off my sack
loud pack, I blow big
Always so big
don't get wrong, homie
Or Gs gon' bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga 'em just like my sack
I'm flexin', shawty, who that?

x2}

{T.I}
Okay, man, you see what's in yo' face, big dog?
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 understand
bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin'
stand up