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 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
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin'

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 around in my old
My speaker and my reefer, too, I ain't speakin', bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back that wall, that's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused, dog, and I ain't wit' that f-ck shit, think it but it ain't, doe
I'm tried and 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 Louis
Don't do it,
(Hold it now) Or goin' down

I rep the west of that A this, don't wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 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 await me, my is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, 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?
the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga 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
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 enough
I'll split yo' coconut
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, go'n get off my
That pack, I blow big
Always so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon' yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The King is home, bitch, the is back
My swagga turned 'em just like my
I'm flexin', shawty, who stoppin'

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 understand that? I got sack, bruh!
Prison ain't changed shit,
You understand
Rubber bands on deck, why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it down
Mississippi up