Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No introduction necessary
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the
Trap music
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my
Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he even matter, yeah!
Like I'm in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I ran Atlanta
I could give a damn 'bout a dog hoe
Sister used to gettin' from a check, so how can I
Settin' numbers in the hood, do I say do
Tell 'em break bread or fake dead
Or bare it, they that
50 million, yeah, to make that
Middle finger, if you for Trump
See me where you know what's up
I ain't hearing no talk
Ain't shit funny, no
Like a Black Panther, we armed to the
Cracker tried it, we off
to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
Or Mike getting shot down
With a on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
Listen, boy, your with the runnin' man
I will challenge a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle errythang
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga like a swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a part of they
Got a with me? I say, 'Fuck 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, that the hoe go
See me it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and that shit
case after case and I fought that shit
Then watch he give a damn, went and off that
I lived the shit that they rappin'
nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we what this
We out, we baggin' up
up them zeroes
Certified hero
You can try one of them sucka niggas, not try it with me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done up, don'cha?
You you done fucked up, don'cha?
no stoppin' this shit, partna
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, tried, see, we weren't havin' that
shots where your bandana at
Drop a nigga off where 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, while you showin' off
'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 love of the
it binned untill you sell
Nigga, nobody care 'bout it
nobody wanna hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for
And, nigga, I ain't lie
I promise, not a day go by
I on the grind, if I ain't 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 at the top, tell 'em move over
2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come with us and
We dodgin' suckas, duckin' clowns
We mills so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run that
But millions and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look what now
Metal throne, concrete
Caught that line, gettin' beat down
Real dope boy
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed medicine
You better it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
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 back to it,