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
I've been killin' all year
Bill, me and them folk names got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at houses, I've been to rich hills
The homie got that Tommy, know that's that he'll feel
Look though, been off the hook though
My fam straight, my got money on their books though
my bitch been trippin' 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 drug shit
I can't blame 'em cause their mamas, they give a shit
So I fronted them some work, told 'em can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hard then get rich
Lately, been on some solo shit
Cortez, long socks, 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 the shit, let's flip this bitch
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it
And no for the hoes that wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
it down, bust it down, bust it down
You can profit three 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
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 walls broke down, she ain't got no
They was like, YG you shouldn't go
I said, Bitch, I think I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no
Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what they 'bout
Even with a million I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck niggas
They wasn't with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Rydin', where my dogs at?
them niggas that fuck them bitches on their paws at?
Nigga two thousand and
On the front sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga