Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know that I'm on my
Down to get down by any means
Known to be OT, on any scene
And all about the paper, we stackin up green
From my city to your city, all the same
These disrespectin, they callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's to lock
Put they dope up in they sock, then out to the block
These snitches wearin G to blend in
Yeah we you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, lookin at a
So you wanna give other niggaz ya
And the new plan, they cut the dope way before you can
By the you get it, you like what the fuck to do man?
You better be a chef
Or your whole sellers fittin to go to the death
And niggaz ain't got receipts so
They fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the
Ridin like Deebo, comin Carter
You rollin like Wallace, we roll harder
Start a and we bring it to the end
So a memo motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to your kin or care
'Cause we come, we takin out whoever there
Yeah, real talk, this is nigga attitude
it your face, give me longitude and latitude
Better show me some
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 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 talkin 'bout all that nail
I'm talkin they poppin off and makin you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak cross
You badder bitch? Then in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, goes the bell
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is to take a L
give it to ya homeboy, take 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 took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a nigga that's ten foot
But trip it's just a friendly game of football
Hold up and I'm the Super Bowl
But yo bitch You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and take ya to the showers
When we done with the trophy bitch, you can ours
'Cause we packin 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 middle of a check and I wreck it
With real thugs at my beck and call
They won't find no trouble y'all
So you bound to fall, yell "timber!"
You fuckin the down South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or see the pearly gates you'll be walkin through, fool