Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Valley 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
been killin' niggas all year
Bill, me and them white folk names got somethin' in
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to rich
The homie got that Tommy, that's somethin' that he'll feel
though, been really off the hook 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 shit, my homies is killin' shit
But I'm tryna 'em to be on some drug dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em cause their mamas, they don't a shit
So I fronted them some work, told 'em they can get
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hustle hard then get
Lately, I've on some solo shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo
Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let bygones be
up in the house with high nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm right back on my nigga
Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, flip this bitch
Let's a pound, send it out of town, then bust it down
And no for the hoes that wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it
You can profit three thousand and hundred dollars if you bust it down
Send me the plan, I'ma how to execute
My like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
that two thousand and fifteen flow
Kill if you ain't gettin' dough
Hold up, winning, keep winning, keep winning
You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, winning
said Dre made a billion
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
Fuckin' on whatshisname's
Her loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings
was like, YG you shouldn't go there
I said, Bitch, I think I'm the Shocker, I got no limits
Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin'
Even with a dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, these niggas, fuck these niggas
They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so these niggas
I'm Ruff Rydin', where my at?
Where them niggas that fuck bitches on their paws at?
two thousand and fifteen
On the front porch twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga