Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Valley flow
I got sun dance vision, nigga you ain't know
Got damn, I got of the year, still
Three packs in, how these wack rappers feel
I've been killin' niggas all
Bill, me and them white names got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to rich
The homie got that Tommy, know that's somethin' that feel
though, been really off the hook though
My fam straight, my homies got money on their though
Lately my bitch been on me
I'm like Bitch I'm in the studio, let me though
RJ shit, my homies is killin' shit
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some drug shit
I can't blame 'em cause their mamas, they don't a shit
So I fronted them work, told 'em they can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hard then get rich
Lately, I've been on some shit
Cortez, socks, I've been on my cholo shit
Bitch you keep trippin', let bygones be bygones
up in the house with 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, let's flip this
flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust 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 three thousand and five hundred dollars if you bust it
Send me the plan, I'ma how to execute
My management like up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
It's that two thousand and flow
Kill yourself if you ain't dough
up, keep winning, keep winning, keep winning
You speak it to existence, nigga, keep winning
They said Dre a billion
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
Fuckin' on whatshisname's
Her pussy loose, her broke down, she ain't got no ceilings
They was like, YG you shouldn't go
I said, Bitch, I think I'm the Shocker, I got no limits
Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what they 'bout
Even with a million I'll still spark it out
these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas
They shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Rydin', where my dogs at?
Where them that fuck them bitches on their paws at?
two thousand and fifteen
On the front porch sellin' twenty for fifteen, nigga