Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know that I'm on my
Down to get down anytime by any
to be OT, reppin on any scene
And all about the paper, we stackin up green
From my city to your city, it's all the
These hoes disrespectin, they callin you out name
These niggaz lookin for work, guarantee to lock
Put they dope up in they sock, head out to the block
These snitches wearin G to blend in
Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds send in
Got caught, out of town, lookin at a
So you wanna give niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, they cut the way before you can
By the time you get it, you what the fuck to do man?
You be a certified chef
Or your whole sellers fittin to go to the death
And street ain't got receipts so
fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin like
You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we harder
a situation and we bring it to the end
So a memo motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to your kin or whoever
'Cause we come, we takin out whoever there
Yeah, real talk, this is real attitude
Bring it face, give me longitude and latitude
Better show me some
Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't never a badder dude
the one standin in front of you
Bitch you know I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you a nigga bamma, you better have a hammer
And I ain't 'bout all that nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout they off and makin you bail shit
We ride like cross country
You badder bitch? Then come in 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, 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 shook
Stompin like a nigga ten foot tall
But don't trip it's just a game of football
up and I'm the Super Bowl quarterback
But yo bitch ass? You even much a starter jack
Go and take ya team to the showers
When we done with the trophy bitch, you can have
'Cause we more power
And to make ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Twin Towers
Hours on the clock goin by seconds
When you in the middle of a chin check and I it
With real live thugs at my and call
They won't find no trouble disrespectin
So you to fall, somebody yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the down King, call me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or you'll see the pearly gates you'll be walkin through,