Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No introduction really
Get the message like a
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 don't matter, yeah!
I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I ran Atlanta
I give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
Settin' numbers in the hood, do I say do
Tell 'em niggas break bread or dead
Or bare it, they hate
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 shit funny, no
Like a Black Panther, we to the teeth
tried it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I been Freddie Gray
Or Mike getting shot down
With a pistol on me and a half a
And 'Ye by Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, your with the runnin' man
I will challenge a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand over errythang
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga like a swervin' in and out of every lane
Never a part of they in-crowd
Got a problem me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the same friend that I in with
all that lame shit, ayy
Everyone I 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 bought shit
Caught case after case and I that shit
Then watch he a damn, went and off that brick
I the shit that they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what they cappin'
Bankroll mama, we know this
We out, we baggin' up
Stackin' up zeroes
Certified neighborhood
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 done fucked up,
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 to the left
Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we havin' that
shots where your bandana at
Drop a nigga off Alabama at
That's nigga get for tryna battle rap
Head shot, should be one and
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, show not funny
'Til my young nigga and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the
Keep it untill you sell
Nigga, don't nobody 'bout it
Don't nobody wanna hear 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 ain't on
If one thing that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Range
I ain't no games, that's what you know, sir
If you think at the top, tell 'em move over
2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come with us and
We dodgin' suckas, duckin' clowns
We mills so we can put that down
Bullshit but we run that town
But with and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
throne, concrete crown
Caught line, you're gettin' beat down
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get naked, left out there
Tell 'em, so what the I care
the trap music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still down to do it, if you act
Get locked up and get to it, yeah
Trap music, all Uzi
Get locked up and get back to it,