Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

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