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
Three packs in, imagine how wack rappers feel
I've been killin' niggas all
Bill, me and them white folk got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've at rich houses, I've been to rich hills
The homie got that Tommy, know somethin' that he'll feel
Look though, been really off the hook
My fam straight, my homies got money on their though
my bitch been trippin' on me
I'm like Bitch I'm in the studio, let me cook
RJ killin' shit, my is killin' shit
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some dealin' shit
I blame 'em cause their mamas, they don't give a shit
So I fronted some work, told 'em they 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, I've been on my shit
you keep trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the house with 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 a pound, send it out of town, then bust it down
And no respect for the that wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
it down, bust it down, bust it down
You can profit three thousand and five hundred dollars if you it down
Send me the plan, figure how to execute
My management like up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
It's that two and fifteen flow
Kill yourself if you ain't gettin'
Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, winning
You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, keep
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 broke down, she got no ceilings
They was like, YG you go there
I said, Bitch, I I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits
Fuck these niggas, they ain't what they talkin' 'bout
Even with a million dollars I'll still it out
these niggas, fuck 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 that fuck them bitches on their paws at?
Nigga two thousand and
On the front sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga