Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You know what the goin' on, man
You better strap in seat
Well, it's gon' be a rough
the king, bitch
Just

No introduction necessary
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, be kicking flavor in the cemetery
Trap originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Vader
Promise, I give a shit about 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he even matter, yeah!
Like I'm pimpin in a and a
New Cadillac with some all gold
as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
I could give a damn 'bout a dog hoe
Sister used to thangs from a check, so how can I
Settin' numbers in the hood, do I say do
Tell 'em break bread or fake dead
Or bare it, they hate
50 million, yeah, to make that
finger, if you vote for Trump
See me outside where you what's up
I ain't no peace talk
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I been Freddie Gray
Or Brown getting shot down
With a pistol on me and a half a
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
Listen, boy, your with the runnin' man
I will challenge with a gun in
What you see before you, fuck what done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle over
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every
Never been a part of they
Got a problem me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the friend that I came in with
Duckin' all that shit, ayy
I know is on go
Drive-bys all in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe go
See me with it, you gon' see the hoe no more
love when I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and that shit
Caught after case and I fought that shit
watch he give a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit that rappin' 'bout
Care 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
mama, we know what this
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up zeroes
Certified hero
You can try one of them niggas, better not try it with me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You you done fucked up, don'cha?
You know you fucked up, don'cha?
Ain't no this shit, partna
And you know happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now

We to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the left
Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we havin' that
Send where your bandana at
a nigga off where Alabama at
That's what get for tryna battle rap
shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, you showin' off stunts
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' not funny
my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the
it binned untill you sell
Nigga, don't care 'bout it
Don't wanna hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for
And, nigga, I gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I on fire
If it's one thing I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Rover
I playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
If you think at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern and the new Hova, goddamn
the hustle now, come with us and down
We suckas, steady duckin' clowns
We chasing mills so we can put down
Bullshit talk but we run that
But millions and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
throne, concrete crown
Caught that line, you're gettin' down
Real boy veteran
boy academy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you from 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, left out
Tell 'em, so what the fuck I
'Bout the trap music, all Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still down to do it, if you act
Get locked up and get to it, yeah
music, all black Uzi
Get up and get back to it, yeah