Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Silicon Valley
I got sun dance vision, nigga you ain't know
Got damn, I got of the year, still
packs in, imagine how these wack rappers feel
I've been killin' niggas all
Bill, me and them white folk got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've to rich hills
The homie got that Tommy, know that's that he'll feel
Look though, been really off the though
My fam straight, my homies got on their books though
Lately my bitch been on me
I'm like Bitch I'm in the studio, let me cook
RJ shit, my homies is killin' shit
But I'm tryna 'em to be on some drug dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em their mamas, they don't give a shit
So I them some work, told 'em they can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hustle then get rich
Lately, I've been on some solo
Cortez, socks, I've been on my cholo shit
Bitch you trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the with high nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm back on my nigga shit
Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let's this bitch
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it
And no respect for the hoes wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it
You can profit three and five hundred dollars if you bust it down
me the plan, I'ma figure how to execute
My management like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't on you
It's two thousand and fifteen flow
Kill yourself if you gettin' dough
Hold up, winning, keep winning, keep winning
You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, keep
said Dre made a billion
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
Fuckin' on whatshisname's
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 talkin'
Even with a million I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these
They shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Rydin', where my dogs at?
Where them niggas that fuck them bitches on their at?
two thousand and fifteen
On the front porch twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga