Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

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