Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's Silicon 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
been killin' niggas all year
Bill, me and white folk names got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, been at rich houses, I've been to rich hills
The homie got that Tommy, know that's that he'll feel
Look though, been really off the hook
My fam straight, my homies got money on books though
Lately my bitch been on me
I'm like I'm in the studio, let me cook though
RJ killin' shit, my homies is killin'
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em cause mamas, they don't give a shit
So I fronted them some work, 'em they can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hustle hard then get
Lately, I've been on some solo
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo
Bitch you keep trippin', let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the house high nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm right on my nigga shit
Like what, she and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip this bitch
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, bust it down
And no respect for the hoes that wasn't fuckin', but it now
Bust it down, it down, bust it down
You can profit thousand 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 that two thousand and fifteen
Kill yourself if you ain't dough
up, keep winning, keep winning, keep winning
You speak 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 loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings
They was like, YG you shouldn't go
I said, Bitch, I I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits
these niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout
Even with a million dollars still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, these niggas
They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these
I'm Ruff Rydin', where my at?
Where them niggas that fuck them bitches on paws at?
Nigga two thousand and
On the porch sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga