Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Silicon flow
I got that sun vision, nigga you ain't know
Got damn, I got of the year, still
Three packs in, imagine how these wack feel
I've been killin' niggas all
Bill, me and them white folk names got somethin' in
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to hills
The homie got that Tommy, know that's that he'll feel
Look though, been off the hook though
My fam straight, my homies got on their books though
Lately my been trippin' on me
I'm Bitch I'm in the studio, let me cook though
RJ killin' shit, my homies is shit
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em cause mamas, they don't give a shit
So I fronted them some work, told 'em can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hustle hard then get
Lately, I've been on solo shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my shit
Bitch you trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the with high nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm right back on my shit
Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip bitch
Let's flip a pound, it out of town, then bust it down
And no for the hoes that wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
it down, bust it down, bust it down
You can profit three thousand and five hundred if you bust it down
Send me the plan, figure how to execute
My like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
It's that two thousand and fifteen
Kill if you ain't gettin' dough
Hold up, keep winning, winning, keep winning
You speak it to existence, nigga, keep winning
They said Dre a billion
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
Fuckin' on whatshisname's
Her pussy loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no
was like, YG you shouldn't go there
I said, Bitch, I think I'm the Shocker, I got no limits
these niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout
Even with a dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these
wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Rydin', where my dogs at?
Where them niggas that fuck bitches on their paws at?
Nigga two thousand and
On the front sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga