Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No really necessary
Get the message like a
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be flavor in the cemetery
Trap music
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck to all of my haters
Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a 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 some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I ran Atlanta
I could give a damn 'bout a dog 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 hate
50 million, yeah, died to make
Middle finger, if you for Trump
See me outside you know what's up
I ain't no peace talk
shit funny, no hee-haw
Like a Black Panther, we armed to the
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I been Freddie Gray
Or Mike getting shot down
With a pistol on me and a a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra
Listen, boy, challenge with the runnin' man
I will challenge with a gun in
What you see you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle over
Molly, Becky and the
the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
Never a part of they in-crowd
Got a problem me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the same friend that I in with
all that lame shit, ayy
Everyone I is on go
all rolled 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 shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught case after case and I fought shit
Then watch he give a damn, went and off that
I lived the shit that rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what cappin' 'bout
mama, we know what this
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up them
Certified neighborhood
You can try one of sucka 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 stoppin' shit, partna
And you know happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now

We turned to the max, Atlanta hat to the left
to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send where your bandana at
a nigga off where Alabama at
That's nigga get for tryna battle rap
Head shot, should be one and
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, you showin' off stunts
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that
Nigga playin' games, show not funny
'Til my nigga went and done it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
Keep it binned untill you
Nigga, don't nobody 'bout it
Don't nobody hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same for everybody
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 that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Rover
I ain't playin' no games, what you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, 'em move over
Modern and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the now, come with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin'
We mills so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run town
But millions and no cap and gown
Went trappin' raw to look what 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 and needed their medicine
You better it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
Think it's sweet, you got the idea
Get stripped naked, out there
Tell 'em, so what the I care
'Bout the music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still to do it, if you act stupid
Get up and get back to it, yeah
Trap music, all Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah