Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
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
These hoes disrespectin, they you out your name
These lookin for work, there's guarantee to lock
Put they dope up in sock, then head out to the block
These snitches G uniforms to blend in
we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, lookin at a
So you wanna give other ya time
And the new plan, they cut the dope way before you can
By the time you get it, you like the fuck to do man?
You be a certified chef
Or your whole fittin to go left to the death
And street niggaz got receipts so
fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin like
You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we harder
Start a situation and we it to the end
So take a motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then send it to your kin or whoever
'Cause when we come, we out whoever there
Yeah, real talk, this is real attitude
it your face, give me longitude and latitude
Better show me some
Or I'm a show you why God ain't never made a badder dude
Then the one in front of you
Bitch you know I'm a do and don't 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 all that nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout they 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, goes the bell
That's the sign ya bitch ass is fittin to take a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, take it for
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 took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a nigga that's ten tall
But don't trip just a friendly game of football
up and I'm the Super Bowl quarterback
But yo ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and ya team to the showers
When we done with the trophy bitch, you can ours
'Cause we more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll the fuckin Twin Towers
on the clock goin by like seconds
When you in the middle of a chin check and I it
With real thugs at my beck and call
They find no trouble disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, somebody "timber!"
You fuckin with the down King, call me Simba
And remember, who the ya talkin to
Or you'll see the pearly gates you'll be through, fool