Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No really necessary
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
Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a about 'em
Let 'em know, him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
New with some all gold hammer
as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
I could a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister used to gettin' from 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 hate
50 million, yeah, died to that
Middle finger, if you for Trump
See me outside you know what's up
I ain't hearing no talk
shit funny, no hee-haw
Like a Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting shot
a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra
Listen, boy, your with the runnin' man
I challenge with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle over
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga like a swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a part of they
Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck
Got the friend that I came in with
Duckin' all lame shit, ayy
Everyone I is on go
all rolled in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe go
See me it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
love when I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and that shit
Caught case after case and I that shit
Then watch he give a damn, went and off that
I lived the that they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' what they cappin' 'bout
mama, we know what this
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up them
Certified hero
You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it with me
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done fucked up,
You know you done fucked up,
Ain't no stoppin' shit, partna
And you know what 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 shots where your 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, while you showin' off
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run money
playin' games, thinkin' show not funny
'Til my nigga went and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the
Keep it binned you sell
Nigga, nobody care 'bout it
Don't nobody wanna hear it
You got problems, huh? Well, the same thing for everybody
And, nigga, I ain't lie
I promise, not a day go by
I on the grind, if I ain't on fire
If it's one thing I want I can't go by
put six wheels on a Range Rover
I playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
If you you're at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
Know the hustle now, with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, duckin' clowns
We mills so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run town
But with and no cap and gown
from trappin' raw to look what happen now
Metal throne, concrete
that line, you're gettin' beat down
Real boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when were sick and needed their medicine
You watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
Think it's sweet, you got the wrong
Get stripped naked, out there
Tell 'em, so the fuck I care
'Bout the trap music, all Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still down to do it, if you act
Get locked up and get back to it,
music, all black Uzi
Get up and get back to it, yeah