Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You know what the goin' on, man
You better strap in your
Well, it's gon' be a rough
It's the king,
Blaze

No really necessary
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm and buried, still be kicking flavor in the cemetery
music originator
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, him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
Like I'm in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac with some all hammer
Long as I remember, I done ran
I could give a '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 break bread or fake
Or bare it, hate that
50 million, yeah, to make that
Middle finger, if you for Trump
See me outside where you know up
I hearing no peace talk
Ain't shit funny, no
a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker tried it, we off
Swear to God, I could've been Freddie
Or Mike Brown shot down
a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye by Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge with the man
I challenge with a gun in hand
What you see you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle over
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler in and out of every lane
Never a part of they in-crowd
Got a problem with me? I say, Y'all'
Got the same friend I came in with
Duckin' all that shit, ayy
Everyone I is on go
Drive-bys all in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I him, that the hoe gon' go
See me with it, you gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and that shit
Caught case case and I fought that shit
Then he give a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit they rappin' 'bout
nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know what
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 know you done fucked up,
You know you done up, don'cha?
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 cocked to the
Turned to the back, tried, see, we weren't havin' that
shots where your bandana at
Drop a off where Alabama at
That's what nigga get for 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
'Til you up jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' not funny
my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the
Keep it binned you sell
Nigga, don't nobody 'bout it
nobody wanna hear 'bout 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 that I want I go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Range
I ain't playin' no games, what you know, sir
If you you're at the top, tell 'em move over
2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come us and down
We dodgin' suckas, duckin' clowns
We chasing so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run town
But millions and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
Metal throne, crown
Caught that line, you're beat down
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and their medicine
You better watch it partner, you ain't' from here
Think it's sweet, you got the wrong
Get stripped naked, out there
Tell 'em, so what the I care
'Bout the music, all black Uzi
packin', I'm not stupid
Still down to do it, if you act
Get locked up and get back to it,
music, all black Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah