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 album of the year,
Three packs in, imagine how wack rappers feel
I've been killin' niggas all
Bill, me and them white names got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, been to rich hills
The homie got that Tommy, know somethin' that he'll feel
Look though, been really off the hook
My fam straight, my got money on their books though
Lately my bitch been on me
I'm like Bitch I'm in the studio, let me though
RJ killin' shit, my homies is killin'
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some drug dealin'
I can't '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 solo shit
Cortez, socks, I've been on my cholo shit
Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let be bygones
up in the house with high nines, I'm like Hi mom
But I'm right on my nigga shit
Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip bitch
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it
And no respect for the that wasn't fuckin', but fuck it now
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it
You can profit three thousand and five dollars if you bust it down
me the plan, I'ma figure 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, 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 babymama
Her loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings
They was like, YG you shouldn't go
I said, Bitch, I think I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no
these niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout
Even a million dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck niggas
They wasn't shootin' 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 thousand and
On the porch sellin' twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga