Luyện nghe bài hát 2015 Flow

It's Silicon Valley flow
I got that sun dance vision, you ain't know
Got damn, I got album of the year,
Three packs in, imagine how wack rappers feel
I've been niggas all year
Bill, me and them folk names got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've to rich hills
The got that Tommy, know that's somethin' that he'll feel
Look though, really 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 shit, my homies is killin' shit
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on drug dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em cause their mamas, they don't a shit
So I fronted some work, told 'em they can get rich
Get rich, get rich, get
Mama I finally get it, hard then get rich
Lately, I've been on some shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my shit
Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let 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
flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it down
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 dollars if you bust it
Send me the plan, I'ma how to execute
My like hold up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you
It's that two thousand and fifteen
Kill yourself if you ain't dough
Hold up, winning, keep winning, keep winning
You gotta it to existence, nigga, keep winning
They Dre made a billion
I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it
on whatshisname's babymama
Her pussy loose, her broke down, she ain't got no ceilings
They was like, YG you go there
I said, Bitch, I I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits
Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin'
Even with a million dollars still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck niggas
They shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Ruff Rydin', where my at?
Where them niggas fuck them bitches on their paws at?
two thousand and fifteen
On the front porch sellin' sacks for fifteen, nigga