Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Valley flow
I got that sun vision, nigga you ain't know
Got damn, I got of the year, still
Three in, imagine how these wack rappers feel
I've killin' niggas all year
Bill, me and them white 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 somethin' that feel
Look though, been really off the though
My fam straight, my homies got money on their books
Lately my bitch 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 '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, 'em they can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hustle then get rich
Lately, I've on some solo shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo
Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let be bygones
Walk up in the house with nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm right back on my nigga
Like what, she and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip this bitch
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it
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
me the plan, I'ma figure how to execute
My like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
It's two thousand and fifteen flow
Kill yourself if you gettin' dough
up, keep winning, keep winning, keep winning
You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, winning
They said Dre 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 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 niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout
Even with a million dollars still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck niggas, fuck these niggas
They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so these niggas
I'm Ruff Rydin', my dogs at?
Where them niggas that them bitches on their paws at?
two thousand and fifteen
On the front porch sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen,