Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know that I'm on my
Down to get anytime by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all the paper, we stackin up plenty green
From my city to city, it's all the same
These hoes disrespectin, callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's to lock
Put they dope up in sock, then head out to the block
These snitches wearin G uniforms to in
Yeah we you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
So you wanna other niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, they cut the dope way you can
By the time you get it, you like what the to do man?
You be a certified chef
Or your sellers fittin to go left to the death
And street niggaz ain't got so
They fittin to try to yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin Carter
You like Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
Start a and we bring it to the end
So take a memo motherfucker, 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 nigga attitude
Bring it your face, give me longitude and
show me some gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't made a badder dude
Then the one in front of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, Mr. Bun to you
fix ya grammar
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better a hammer
And I talkin 'bout all that nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout poppin off and makin you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak cross
You bitch? Then come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding goes the
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is to take a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, it for yourself
And after I it to ya, you can take it and tell
And put in on ya wall
And let your friends see, how a trill nigga took and shook y'all
Stompin a nigga that's ten foot tall
But don't trip it's a friendly game of football
up and I'm the Super Bowl quarterback
But yo ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and ya team to the showers
When we done with the bitch, you can have ours
we packin more power
And bound to make ya stop, and roll like the fuckin Twin Towers
Hours on the clock goin by like
When you in the middle of a chin and I wreck it
With real live thugs at my and call
They won't find no disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the down South King, me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or you'll see the pearly gates you'll be through, fool