Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's that Valley flow
I got that sun dance vision, nigga you ain't
Got damn, I got of the year, still
Three packs in, imagine how wack rappers feel
I've killin' niggas all year
Bill, me and them white folk got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at houses, I've been to rich 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 money on their books
Lately my been trippin' on me
I'm like I'm in the studio, let me cook though
RJ killin' shit, my is killin' shit
But I'm convince 'em to be on some drug dealin' shit
I blame 'em cause their 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, hustle hard then get
Lately, I've been on some shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my shit
Bitch you trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the house high nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm right back on my nigga
Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip this
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, bust it down, bust it
You can profit three thousand and five hundred if you bust it down
Send me the plan, I'ma figure how to
My management like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't on you
It's two thousand and fifteen flow
Kill yourself if you ain't gettin'
Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, winning
You gotta it to existence, nigga, keep winning
They said Dre made a
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
Fuckin' on whatshisname's
Her loose, her walls broke 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 livin' they talkin' 'bout
Even a million dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas
wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Ruff Rydin', where my at?
them niggas that fuck them bitches on their paws at?
Nigga two and fifteen
On the front porch twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga