Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know that I'm on my
Down to get down by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we up plenty green
From my city to your city, it's all the
These hoes disrespectin, callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's guarantee to
Put dope up in they sock, then head out to the block
These snitches wearin G to blend in
Yeah we you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
So you wanna give niggaz ya time
And the new plan, they cut the dope way before you can
By the you get it, you like what the fuck to do man?
You better be a chef
Or your whole fittin to go left to the death
And street niggaz ain't got so
fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin Carter
You rollin Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
a situation and we bring it to the end
So take a memo motherfucker, send it to a
send it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause when we come, we takin out there
Yeah, real talk, this is real nigga
Bring it your face, me longitude and latitude
show me some gratitude
Or I'm a you why God himself ain't never made a badder dude
the one standin in front of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
fix ya grammar
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better have a
And I talkin 'bout all that nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout they off and makin you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak cross
You badder bitch? come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, goes the bell
That's the sign ya bitch ass is fittin to take a L
give it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself
And I give it to ya, you can take it and tell
And put in on ya Facebook
And let your friends see, how a trill nigga took y'all and y'all
Stompin like a nigga ten foot tall
But don't trip it's just a game of football
Hold up and I'm the Super Bowl
But yo ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and take ya to the showers
When we done the trophy bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we packin more
And bound to make ya stop, drop and like the fuckin Twin Towers
on the clock goin by like seconds
When you in the of a chin check and I wreck it
real live thugs at my beck and call
They won't find no disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, somebody "timber!"
You fuckin with the down South King, call me
And remember, who the ya talkin to
Or you'll see the pearly you'll be walkin through, fool