Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You what the fuck goin' on, man
You better in your seat
Well, it's gon' be a ride
the king, bitch
Just

No introduction really
Get the message a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be flavor in the cemetery
Trap music
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth
Promise, I don't give a shit 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, 'em he don't even 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 a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
numbers in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake
Or bare it, hate that
50 million, yeah, to make that
finger, if you vote for Trump
See me outside you know what's up
I ain't hearing no talk
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
Like a Black Panther, we armed to the
Cracker tried it, we off
to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown shot down
a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge the runnin' man
I will challenge with a gun in
What you see before you, fuck they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle over
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
Never a part of they in-crowd
Got a with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the same friend that I came in
Duckin' all that shit, ayy
Everyone I is on go
all rolled 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
love when I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught case after and I fought that shit
Then watch he a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit that they rappin'
Care nuttin' 'bout what they 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know this
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up zeroes
Certified hero
You can try one of sucka niggas, better not try it with me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You you done fucked up, don'cha?
You know you done up, don'cha?
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, tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send where your bandana at
Drop a off where Alabama at
what nigga get for tryna battle rap
Head shot, be one and down
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, you showin' off stunts
you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not
'Til my young nigga went and it for me, yeah
For the love of the
it binned untill you sell
Nigga, don't care 'bout it
Don't nobody wanna hear it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same for everybody
And, nigga, I ain't 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
put six wheels on a Range Rover
I ain't playin' no games, that's you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, tell 'em over
2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come us and down
We suckas, steady duckin' clowns
We chasing mills so we can put down
Bullshit talk but we run town
But with and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
Metal throne, concrete
Caught that line, you're beat down
Real dope boy
boy academy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their
You better watch it partner, you ain't' 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, 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
music, all black Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah