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 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 know?

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

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, matchin' my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my
I rep the town, hold it down, all around 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 f-ck shit, think it 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 Louis
do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it's down

I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna talk Bankhead
in the trap like a gotdamn brick, 'cause I love the hood, the King ain't dead
My hustle grand, my long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some'll to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons'll ride me to Timbuktu, I ain't 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 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 sold enough
OGs old enough
MCs ain't dope
I'll still split yo'
You So So, I'm dat
Tight work, bounce back
Make for yo' bitc', dog
Nigga, get off my sack
That pack, I blow big
stunt so big
Please get wrong, homie
Or Gs gon' bust yo' wig
The A is mine, no asked
The King is home, bitch, the is back
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 'bout real proper, patna?
You understand I got that sack, bruh!
Prison ain't shit, homeboy
You that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why,
Big K.R.I.T., do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin'
stand up