Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Valley flow
I got that sun dance vision, nigga you know
Got damn, I got album of the year,
Three packs in, imagine how these wack feel
been killin' niggas all year
Bill, me and them white folk names got 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 somethin' that he'll
Look though, really off the hook though
My fam straight, my homies got money on books though
Lately my bitch trippin' on me
I'm like Bitch I'm in the studio, let me cook
RJ killin' shit, my homies is killin'
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some drug dealin'
I blame 'em cause their mamas, they don't give a shit
So I fronted them some work, told 'em can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hustle hard then get
Lately, been on some solo shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my shit
Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let bygones be
Walk up in the house with nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm back on my nigga shit
what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip this bitch
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then it down
And no respect for the hoes that fuckin', but fuck it now
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it
You can profit thousand and five 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 waitin' on you
It's that two thousand and flow
yourself if you ain't gettin' dough
Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, winning
You gotta it to existence, nigga, keep winning
said Dre made a billion
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
Fuckin' on babymama
Her pussy loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no
was like, YG you shouldn't go there
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 bitches on their paws at?
Nigga two and fifteen
On the front porch sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen,