Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You know what the fuck on, man
You better strap in your
Well, it's be a rough ride
It's the king,
Just

No introduction really
Get the message a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking in the cemetery
music originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, you' to all of my haters
Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a about 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't matter, yeah!
Like I'm pimpin in a and a
New Cadillac with some all hammer
Long as I remember, I ran Atlanta
I could give a damn 'bout a dog hoe
Sister used to gettin' thangs a check, so how can I
Settin' in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break bread or dead
Or bare it, they that
50 million, yeah, died to make
finger, if you vote for Trump
See me outside where you know up
I ain't hearing no peace
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
Like a Black Panther, we to the teeth
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've been Freddie
Or Mike getting shot down
With a on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra
Listen, boy, your challenge with the man
I will challenge with a gun in
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I this shit from nothin', man
Grand over errythang
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a of they in-crowd
Got a problem me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the same 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, the hoe gon' go
See me it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that
Roll by the car lot, went and that shit
Caught case after case and I fought shit
watch he give a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we what this
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up them
Certified neighborhood
You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it with me
Ayy, ayy, ayy

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

We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the
Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't that
shots where your bandana at
Drop a nigga off where at
That's what get for tryna battle rap
Head shot, should be one and
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga up to you, while you showin' off stunts
'Til you up jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga games, thinkin' show not funny
'Til my young nigga went and it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
it binned untill you sell
Nigga, don't care 'bout it
Don't nobody hear 'bout it
You got problems, Well, it's the same thing for everybody
And, nigga, I gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I ain't on
If it's one that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Rover
I ain't playin' no games, that's you know, sir
If you think at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
Know the now, come with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin'
We chasing mills so we can put down
Bullshit but we run that town
But millions and no cap and gown
Went from raw to look what happen now
Metal throne, concrete
Caught that line, you're gettin' down
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You better it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, out there
Tell 'em, so what the I care
'Bout the trap music, all Uzi
packin', I'm not stupid
Still to do it, if you act stupid
Get locked up and get back to it,
Trap music, all Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah