Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know I'm on my Deen
Down to get down by any means
Known to be OT, on any scene
And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty
my city to your city, it's all the same
These hoes disrespectin, callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's guarantee to
Put they up in they sock, then head out to the block
snitches wearin G uniforms to blend in
Yeah we know you one of the Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, lookin at a
So you give other niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, cut the dope way before you can
By the time you get it, you what the fuck to do man?
You better be a certified
Or your sellers fittin to go left to the death
And niggaz ain't got receipts so
They fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the
like Deebo, comin like Carter
You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we roll
Start a and we bring it to the end
So take a motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause we come, we takin out whoever there
Yeah, talk, this is real nigga attitude
it your face, give me longitude and latitude
Better show me gratitude
Or I'm a you why God himself ain't never made a badder dude
Then the one standin in of you
Bitch you what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better a hammer
And I ain't talkin 'bout all that shit
I'm talkin they poppin off and makin you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak country
You badder bitch? come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, goes the bell
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, take it for
And after I give it to ya, you can it and tell
And put in on ya Facebook
And let friends see, how a trill nigga took y'all and shook y'all
like a nigga that's ten foot tall
But don't trip it's just a game of football
Hold up and I'm the Super Bowl
But yo bitch ass? You even much a starter jack
Go ahead and take ya to the showers
When we done with the bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we packin power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll the fuckin Twin Towers
Hours on the clock by like seconds
When you in the middle of a check and I wreck it
With real live at my beck and call
They won't no trouble disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, somebody "timber!"
You fuckin the down South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or see the pearly gates you'll be walkin through, fool