Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
Down to get anytime by any means
Known to be OT, on any scene
And all about the paper, we stackin up green
From my city to city, it's all the same
These hoes disrespectin, they callin you out your
These niggaz for work, there's guarantee to lock
Put they up in they sock, then head out to the block
These wearin G uniforms to blend in
we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
So you wanna give other niggaz ya
And the new plan, they cut the dope 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 to go left to the death
And street niggaz got receipts so
fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin Deebo, comin like Carter
You like Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
a situation and we bring it to the end
So take a motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to kin or whoever care
'Cause when we come, we takin out whoever
Yeah, real talk, is real nigga attitude
Bring it your face, me longitude and latitude
Better show me gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't made a badder dude
the one standin in front of you
Bitch you what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you call a bamma, you better have a hammer
And I ain't 'bout all that nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout they poppin off and you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak country
You badder Then come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding the bell
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is to take a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, take it for
And I give it to ya, you can take it and tell
And put in on ya Facebook
And let friends see, how a trill nigga took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a nigga that's ten foot
But don't trip it's a friendly game of football
Hold up and I'm the Bowl quarterback
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even a starter jack
Go ahead and take ya team to the
When we done the trophy bitch, you can have ours
we packin more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll the fuckin Twin Towers
Hours on the goin by like seconds
When you in the middle of a chin check and I it
With real live thugs at my and call
They won't no trouble 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