Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No really necessary
Get the message 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, you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth
Promise, I don't give a about 'em
Let 'em know, him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
Like I'm pimpin in a and a
New with some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I ran Atlanta
I could a damn '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 bread or fake 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 hearing no peace talk
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
Like a Black Panther, we armed to the
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've been Gray
Or Mike getting shot down
With a pistol on me and a a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge with the man
I will with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle over
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every
Never been a of they in-crowd
Got a problem me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the friend that I came in with
Duckin' all 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 ain't see the hoe no more
They love when I talk shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught case after and I fought that shit
Then watch he a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit they rappin' 'bout
Care 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know what
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up zeroes
neighborhood hero
You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done up, don'cha?
You know you done up, don'cha?
Ain't no stoppin' this shit,
And you know what happened if you run me hot in bitch, now

We turned to the max, Atlanta hat to the left
to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send shots your bandana at
Drop a nigga off where at
That's what nigga get for battle rap
Head shot, should be one and
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
'Til you up jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' not funny
'Til my nigga went and done it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
it binned untill you sell
Nigga, don't nobody care it
Don't nobody hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same for everybody
And, nigga, I gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I on the grind, if I ain't on fire
If it's one that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Range
I playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, tell 'em over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
Know the hustle now, come us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady clowns
We mills so we can put that down
talk but we run that town
But millions and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
throne, concrete crown
Caught line, you're gettin' beat down
Real boy veteran
boy academy
Here dope fiends still be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, out there
Tell 'em, so what the I care
the trap music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still to do it, if you act stupid
Get locked up and get to it, yeah
music, all black Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah