Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No really necessary
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be flavor in the cemetery
music originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my
They Skywalker, I'm Vader
Promise, I give 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 Cadillac with some all gold
Long as I remember, I done ran
I could give a 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister used to gettin' from a check, so how can I
numbers in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break or fake dead
Or bare it, they hate
50 million, yeah, died to that
finger, if you vote for Trump
See me outside where you know up
I ain't hearing no peace
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
Like a Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker tried it, we off
to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting down
With a pistol on me and a half a
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra
Listen, boy, your challenge the runnin' man
I will with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought shit from nothin', man
Hustle over errythang
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a part of in-crowd
Got a problem with me? I say, Y'all'
Got the same friend I came in with
Duckin' all that shit, ayy
I know 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 talk that
by the car lot, went and bought that shit
Caught case after case and I fought 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 this
We out, we baggin' up
up them zeroes
Certified neighborhood
You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done fucked up,
You know you done fucked up,
Ain't no this shit, partna
And you know what happened if you run me hot in bitch, now

We turned to the max, hat cocked to the left
Turned to the back, tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send shots where bandana at
Drop a nigga off 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 up to you, while you showin' off stunts
you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not
'Til my young nigga and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the
it binned untill you sell
Nigga, don't nobody 'bout it
Don't 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 ain't on the grind, if I on fire
If it's one thing that I want I go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Rover
I ain't playin' no games, that's you know, sir
If you think at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin'
We mills so we can put that down
Bullshit but we run that town
But with and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
Metal throne, crown
that line, you're gettin' beat down
Real dope boy
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their
You better watch it partner, you ain't' from here
it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get naked, left out there
'em, so what the fuck I care
'Bout the music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
down 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