Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know that I'm on my
to get down anytime by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we stackin up green
my city to your city, it's all the same
These hoes disrespectin, they you out your name
These lookin for work, there's guarantee to lock
Put they dope up in they sock, then head out to the
These wearin G uniforms to blend in
Yeah we know you one of the Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
So you wanna give other niggaz ya
And here's the new plan, they cut the dope way you can
By the time you get it, you like what the fuck to do
You be a certified chef
Or your whole sellers to go left to the death
And niggaz ain't got receipts so
fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, like Carter
You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we harder
Start a situation and we it to the end
So take a motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to your kin or whoever
'Cause when we come, we takin out there
Yeah, real talk, this is real nigga
Bring it your face, give me longitude and
Better show me 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 me B, this Mr. Bun to you
fix ya grammar
The time you call a nigga bamma, you better have a hammer
And I ain't talkin 'bout all nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout they poppin off and makin you bail
We ride Amtrak 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 and shook y'all
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 Bowl
But yo ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go and take ya team to the showers
we done with the trophy bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the Twin Towers
Hours on the goin by like seconds
you in the middle of a chin check and I wreck it
With real live thugs at my beck and
won't find no trouble disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the down South King, call me
And remember, who the ya talkin to
Or you'll see the gates you'll be walkin through, fool