Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled Flow

You see me, you know I'm on my Deen
Down to get down by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty
From my city to your city, all the same
hoes disrespectin, they callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's guarantee to
Put they up in they sock, then head out to the block
These snitches wearin G 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 niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, they cut the way before you can
By the time you get it, you what the fuck to do man?
You better be a chef
Or your whole sellers fittin to go to the death
And street niggaz got receipts so
They to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin Carter
You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we harder
a situation and we bring it to the end
So take a motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause we come, we takin out whoever there
Yeah, real talk, this is nigga attitude
Bring it your face, give me and latitude
Better me some gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God ain't never made a badder dude
Then the one standin in of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, Mr. Bun to you
fix ya grammar
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better a hammer
And I ain't talkin 'bout all that shit
I'm talkin 'bout they poppin off and you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak country
You badder bitch? Then in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding the bell
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to a L
give it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself
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 nigga took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a that's ten foot tall
But don't trip it's just a friendly game of
Hold up and I'm the Super Bowl
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a jack
Go ahead and ya team to the showers
When we done with the trophy bitch, you can ours
'Cause we packin more
And bound to make ya stop, and roll like 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 live thugs at my and call
They find no trouble disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the ya talkin to
Or you'll see the pearly gates be walkin through, fool