Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You what the fuck goin' on, man
You strap in your seat
Well, it's gon' be a rough
the king, bitch
Just

No really necessary
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 a shit 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 a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
Settin' in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break bread or dead
Or bare it, they hate
50 million, yeah, died to that
Middle finger, if you vote for
See me outside you know what's up
I ain't hearing no peace
Ain't shit funny, no
Like a Panther, we armed to the teeth
tried it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've Freddie Gray
Or Brown getting shot down
With a pistol on me and a half a
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
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, I brought this shit from nothin', man
Hustle over errythang
Molly, Becky and the
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every
Never been a part of in-crowd
Got a with 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 it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught case after case and I fought shit
Then he give a damn, went and off that brick
I the shit that they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know this
We out, we baggin' up
Stackin' up them
Certified hero
You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it with me
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done fucked up,
You you done fucked up, don'cha?
Ain't no stoppin' shit, partna
And you know what 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 weren't that
Send shots where your at
Drop a nigga off Alabama 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 your jewelry, nigga, run money
playin' games, thinkin' show not funny
'Til my young went and done it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
Keep it binned untill you
Nigga, don't care 'bout it
nobody wanna hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for
And, nigga, I gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I on fire
If it's one thing I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Range
I ain't playin' no games, that's you know, sir
If you think at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
Know the hustle now, come with us and
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin'
We chasing so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run town
But with and no cap and gown
Went from raw to look what happen now
Metal throne, concrete
Caught that line, you're gettin' down
Real dope boy
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed medicine
You better watch it partner, you ain't' from here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get naked, left out there
Tell 'em, so what the I care
the trap music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
down 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