Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
Down to get down by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we up plenty 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 dope up in they sock, then head out to the block
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 niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, they cut the way before you can
By the time you get it, you like what the fuck to do
You better be a chef
Or your whole sellers fittin to go to the death
And street ain't got receipts so
They to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin Deebo, comin like Carter
You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we roll
Start a situation and we 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, me longitude and latitude
Better show me some
Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't never made a 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
fix ya grammar
The time you call a nigga bamma, you better have a hammer
And I ain't talkin all that nail shit
I'm talkin they poppin 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, ding the bell
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 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
up and I'm the Super Bowl quarterback
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a jack
Go ahead and take ya team to the
When we with the trophy bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we more power
And bound to ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Twin Towers
Hours on the clock goin by like
When you in the of a chin check and I wreck it
real live thugs at my beck and call
They won't no trouble disrespectin y'all
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 pearly you'll be walkin through, fool