Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You know the fuck goin' on, man
You better strap in seat
Well, gon' be a rough ride
It's the king,
Blaze

No introduction really
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
I'm dead and buried, still 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 don't a shit about 'em
Let 'em know, him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
Like I'm pimpin in a and a
New Cadillac with all gold hammer
as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
I could give a '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
Middle finger, if you for Trump
See me outside you know what's up
I ain't hearing no peace
shit funny, no hee-haw
Like a Black Panther, we to the teeth
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting down
a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge the runnin' man
I challenge with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit nothin', man
Grand Hustle errythang
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga like a swervin' in and out of every lane
been a part of they in-crowd
Got a problem me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the same friend I came in with
Duckin' all lame 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 with it, you ain't 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 that
Then watch he give a damn, and off that brick
I lived the that they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we what 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 know you fucked up, don'cha?
You you done fucked up, don'cha?
Ain't no stoppin' this shit,
And you know happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now

We turned to the max, 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
Head shot, be one and down
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, while you off stunts
'Til you up jewelry, nigga, run that money
playin' games, thinkin' show not funny
'Til my young nigga and done it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
Keep it binned untill you
Nigga, nobody care 'bout it
nobody wanna hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the thing for everybody
And, nigga, I ain't lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I on fire
If one thing that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six on a Range Rover
I playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
Know the hustle now, with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin'
We chasing so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run that
But millions and no cap and gown
Went from raw to look what happen now
throne, concrete crown
Caught that line, gettin' beat down
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be they were sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you ain't' 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, left out
Tell 'em, so what the fuck I
the trap music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still to do it, if you act stupid
Get locked up and get back to it,
music, all black Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah