Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Silicon Valley
I got that sun dance vision, you ain't know
Got damn, I got of the year, still
Three packs in, imagine how these rappers 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, been to rich hills
The homie got Tommy, know that's somethin' that he'll feel
Look though, been really off the though
My fam straight, my got money on their books though
Lately my bitch been on me
I'm like Bitch I'm in the studio, let me though
RJ killin' shit, my homies is shit
But I'm tryna 'em to be on some drug dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em cause 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 then get rich
Lately, I've been on some shit
Cortez, long socks, been on my cholo shit
you keep 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 flip this
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then it down
And no respect for the that wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
Bust it down, it down, bust it down
You can profit thousand and five hundred dollars if you bust it down
Send me the plan, I'ma figure how to
My management like up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
It's that two thousand and flow
yourself if you ain't gettin' dough
Hold up, winning, keep winning, keep winning
You gotta it to existence, nigga, keep winning
They said Dre made a
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 go there
I said, Bitch, I think I'm the Shocker, I got no limits
Fuck niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout
Even with a dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, these niggas, fuck these niggas
They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck niggas
I'm Ruff Rydin', my dogs at?
Where them niggas that fuck them bitches on their at?
two thousand and fifteen
On the porch sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga