Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Silicon Valley
I got that sun vision, nigga you ain't know
Got damn, I got of the year, still
Three packs in, imagine how wack rappers feel
been killin' niggas all year
Bill, me and them white folk names got somethin' in
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to rich
The homie got that Tommy, know that's that he'll feel
Look though, been really off the hook
My fam straight, my got money on their books though
Lately my been trippin' on me
I'm like I'm in the studio, let me cook though
RJ killin' shit, my homies is killin'
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em cause their mamas, they give a shit
So I fronted them some work, 'em they can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hustle hard get rich
Lately, been on some solo shit
Cortez, socks, I've been on my cholo shit
you keep trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the house high nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm right back on my shit
Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, flip this bitch
Let's flip a pound, it out of town, then bust it down
And no for the hoes that wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
it down, bust it down, bust it down
You can profit three thousand and hundred dollars if you bust it down
Send me the plan, figure how to execute
My management like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't on you
It's that two thousand and fifteen
Kill if you ain't gettin' dough
Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, winning
You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, winning
They said Dre made a
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
on whatshisname's babymama
Her loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings
They was like, YG you shouldn't go
I said, Bitch, I think I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no
Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what they 'bout
Even with a dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these
They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck niggas
I'm Rydin', where my dogs at?
Where them niggas that them bitches on their paws at?
Nigga two and fifteen
On the porch sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga