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 really
Get the message a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking in the cemetery
Trap 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, turn him red, tell 'em he even matter, yeah!
Like I'm in a Kangol and a
New with 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
numbers in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break or fake dead
Or it, they hate that
50 million, yeah, died to make
Middle finger, if you vote for
See me outside where you know up
I hearing no peace talk
Ain't shit funny, no
Like a Black Panther, we armed to the
Cracker tried it, we off
Swear to God, I could've Freddie Gray
Or Mike getting shot down
With a on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra
Listen, boy, challenge with the runnin' man
I will with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle errythang
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler in and out of every lane
Never been a of they in-crowd
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
Drive-bys all in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I catch him, the hoe gon' go
See me with it, you ain't see the hoe no more
They when I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught case after case and I that shit
Then watch he give a damn, and off that brick
I lived the shit that they rappin'
Care '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 know you fucked up, don'cha?
no stoppin' this shit, partna
And you what happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now

We to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the left
Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we havin' that
Send shots your bandana at
a nigga off where Alabama at
That's 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 off stunts
'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
Keep it binned untill you
Nigga, don't care 'bout it
nobody wanna hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the thing for everybody
And, nigga, I gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I ain't on
If one thing that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Range
I ain't playin' no games, what you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move
2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come us and down
We dodgin' suckas, duckin' clowns
We chasing mills so we can put down
Bullshit talk but we run that
But with and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look happen now
Metal throne, crown
Caught that line, gettin' beat down
Real boy veteran
boy academy
Here dope fiends still be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you from 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get naked, left out there
Tell 'em, so what the 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 back to it,