Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's Silicon Valley flow
I got that sun dance vision, nigga you ain't
Got damn, I got album of the year,
Three in, imagine how these 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 houses, I've been to rich hills
The homie got that Tommy, know somethin' that he'll feel
though, been really off the hook though
My fam straight, my homies got money on their though
Lately my bitch trippin' 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 convince 'em to be on some drug shit
I can't blame 'em cause mamas, they don't give a shit
So I fronted some work, told 'em they can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
I finally get it, hustle hard then get rich
Lately, been on some solo shit
Cortez, socks, I've been on my cholo shit
Bitch you keep trippin', let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the house with high nines, I'm Hi mom
But I'm right back on my 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
it down, bust it down, bust it down
You can profit thousand and five hundred dollars if you bust it down
Send me the plan, figure how to execute
My like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
that two thousand and fifteen flow
Kill yourself if you ain't dough
Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, keep
You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, keep
They said Dre a billion
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
Fuckin' on 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 niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout
Even a million dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck niggas
They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these
I'm Rydin', where my dogs at?
Where them niggas that fuck them bitches on paws at?
Nigga two thousand and
On the front porch sellin' twenty for fifteen, nigga