Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Silicon flow
I got that sun dance vision, nigga you know
Got damn, I got of the year, still
packs in, imagine how these wack rappers 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 rich houses, been to rich hills
The got that 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 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 dealin' shit
I can't 'em cause their mamas, they don't give a shit
So I fronted them some work, told 'em can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
I finally get it, hustle hard then get rich
Lately, I've been on some shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo
Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let 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
Let's flip a pound, it out of town, then 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 three thousand and five hundred dollars if you bust it
Send me the plan, I'ma how to execute
My management like hold up YG, I'm like, I waitin' on you
It's two thousand and fifteen flow
Kill if you ain't gettin' dough
up, keep winning, keep winning, keep winning
You gotta 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 pussy loose, her walls down, she ain't got no ceilings
was like, YG you shouldn't go there
I said, Bitch, I I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits
Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what talkin' 'bout
Even with a million I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, these niggas
They wasn't with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Rydin', where my dogs at?
Where them niggas that fuck them on their paws at?
two thousand and fifteen
On the front porch sellin' sacks for fifteen, nigga