Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know that I'm on my
Down to get anytime by any means
to be OT, reppin on any scene
And all about the paper, we up plenty green
From my city to your city, all the same
These hoes disrespectin, they callin you out name
niggaz lookin for work, there's guarantee to lock
Put they up in they sock, then head out to the block
These snitches wearin G uniforms to in
Yeah we know you one of the ones gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
So you wanna give other ya time
And here's the new plan, they cut the dope way you can
By the time you get it, you what the fuck to do man?
You better be a certified
Or your whole fittin to go left 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 Carter
You rollin like Wallace, we roll harder
a situation and we bring it to the end
So take a memo motherfucker, it to a friend
send it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause when we come, we takin out there
Yeah, real talk, is real nigga attitude
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
Then the one standin in 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 a nigga bamma, you better have a hammer
And I talkin 'bout all that nail shit
I'm 'bout they poppin off and makin you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak country
You badder Then come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding goes the
the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin 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 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 trip just a friendly 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 ours
'Cause we more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Towers
Hours on the clock by like seconds
When you in the of a chin check and I wreck 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 the down South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the ya talkin to
Or you'll see the gates you'll be walkin through, fool