Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know that I'm on my
Down to get down anytime by any
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we up plenty green
From my city to city, it's all the same
hoes disrespectin, they callin you out your name
These niggaz for work, there's guarantee to lock
Put they dope up in they sock, then head out to the
These snitches wearin G to blend 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 way before you can
By the time you get it, you what the fuck to do man?
You better be a certified
Or your whole sellers to go left 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 motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to kin or whoever care
when we come, we takin out whoever there
Yeah, real talk, is real nigga attitude
Bring it your face, me longitude and latitude
show me some gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God ain't never made a badder dude
the one standin in front of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better a hammer
And I ain't talkin 'bout all that shit
I'm talkin 'bout poppin off and makin you bail shit
We like Amtrak cross country
You badder bitch? come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding goes the
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is to take a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, it for yourself
And after I give it to ya, you can it and tell
And put in on ya wall
And let your friends see, how a trill nigga y'all and shook y'all
like a nigga that's ten foot tall
But don't trip it's a friendly game of football
Hold up and I'm the Super quarterback
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a starter
Go ahead and take ya team to the
When we done the trophy bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we packin more
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the Twin Towers
Hours on the clock goin by seconds
When you in the middle of a chin and I wreck it
With live thugs at my beck and call
won't find 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 ya talkin to
Or you'll see the pearly gates be walkin through, fool