Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No introduction really
Get the message a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the
Trap originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, you' 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!
I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
New with some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I done ran
I could a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
Settin' in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas bread or fake dead
Or bare it, they that
50 million, yeah, to make that
finger, if you vote for Trump
See me outside where you know up
I ain't hearing no talk
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
Like a Panther, we armed to the teeth
tried it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've been Freddie
Or Brown getting shot down
With a pistol on me and a a brick
And 'Ye by Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge the runnin' man
I will challenge a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle errythang
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a swervin' in and out of every lane
Never a part of they in-crowd
Got a problem with me? I say, Y'all'
Got the friend that I came in with
all that lame 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
They love when I that shit
Roll by the car lot, and bought that shit
Caught case after case and I fought shit
Then watch he give a damn, and off that brick
I lived the shit that they 'bout
Care 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we what this
We out, we baggin' up
up them 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 up, don'cha?
Ain't no this shit, partna
And you know what 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 bandana at
Drop a nigga off where at
That's what nigga get for battle rap
Head shot, should be one and
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off
you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' not funny
'Til my young nigga went and it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
Keep it binned 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 on the grind, if I ain't on fire
If it's one thing that I I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Rover
I ain't no games, that's what you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move
2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come with us and
We dodgin' suckas, steady clowns
We chasing mills so we can put that
Bullshit talk but we run town
But millions and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
Metal throne, concrete
Caught that line, gettin' beat down
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you from 'round here
it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get naked, left 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,
Trap music, all Uzi
Get up and get back to it, yeah