Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You know what the fuck on, man
You strap in your seat
Well, it's be a rough ride
It's the king,
Blaze

No really necessary
Get the message like a
Boy, I'm
When I'm and buried, still be kicking flavor in the cemetery
Trap music
off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Vader
Promise, I don't a shit about 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
Like I'm in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac with all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I ran Atlanta
I give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister used to gettin' thangs 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 vote for
See me outside where you what's up
I ain't hearing no peace
Ain't shit funny, no
a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker it, we squeeze off
to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting shot
a pistol on me and a half 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 told you, bitch I brought this from nothin', man
Grand over errythang
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga like a swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a part of in-crowd
Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck
Got the same friend I came in with
Duckin' all lame shit, ayy
Everyone I is on go
Drive-bys all in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe go
See me with it, you ain't see the hoe no more
love when I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught after case and I fought that shit
Then he give a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the that they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what they 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know what
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up zeroes
Certified hero
You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you fucked up, don'cha?
You know you done up, don'cha?
no stoppin' 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, nigga tried, see, we havin' that
shots where your bandana at
Drop a nigga off where at
That's what get for tryna battle rap
shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that
Nigga games, thinkin' show not funny
'Til my young nigga 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, it's the same thing for
And, nigga, I gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I on fire
If it's one thing that I want I go by
Tryna put six on a Range Rover
I ain't playin' no games, 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, come us and down
We dodgin' suckas, duckin' clowns
We chasing so we can put that down
talk but we run that town
But with and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to what happen now
throne, concrete crown
Caught that line, gettin' beat down
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
Think it's sweet, you got the idea
Get naked, left out there
Tell 'em, so what the fuck I
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
Trap music, all Uzi
Get up and get back to it, yeah