Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
to get down anytime by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we stackin up green
From my city to your city, all the same
hoes disrespectin, they callin you out your name
These niggaz for work, there's guarantee to lock
Put they dope up in they sock, then out to the block
These snitches wearin G to blend in
Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds gon' in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
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 like what the fuck to do
You better be a certified
Or whole sellers fittin to go left to the death
And niggaz ain't got receipts so
They fittin to try to yo ass on the d-low
like Deebo, comin like Carter
You rollin Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
Start a and we bring it to the end
So a memo motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to your kin or whoever
when we come, we takin out whoever there
Yeah, real talk, this is real nigga
Bring it face, give me longitude and latitude
Better 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 don't call me B, Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you a nigga bamma, you better have a hammer
And I talkin 'bout all that nail shit
I'm talkin they poppin off and makin you bail shit
We ride like cross country
You badder bitch? Then in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding goes the
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to a L
Don't it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself
And after I give it to ya, you can take it and
And put in on ya Facebook
And let your friends see, how a trill nigga took y'all and shook
Stompin like a nigga that's ten tall
But don't it's just a friendly game of football
Hold up and I'm the Super quarterback
But yo ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and ya team 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 roll like the Twin Towers
Hours on the clock goin by seconds
When you in the middle of a chin check and I it
With live thugs at my beck and call
They won't find no trouble y'all
So you to fall, somebody yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the down South King, me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or you'll see the gates you'll be walkin through, fool