Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No introduction necessary
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the
Trap music
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't matter, yeah!
Like I'm pimpin in a and a
New Cadillac with all gold hammer
as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
I could give a damn 'bout a dog hoe
Sister used to gettin' from a check, so how can I
Settin' in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake
Or bare it, hate that
50 million, yeah, to make that
Middle finger, if you vote for
See me outside where you what's up
I ain't hearing no peace
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
Like a Panther, we armed to the teeth
tried it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've been Freddie
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 challenge with a gun in
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this from nothin', man
Grand over errythang
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a swervin' in and out of every lane
Never a part of they in-crowd
Got a with 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 ain't gon' see the hoe no
They love when I talk shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught case after case and I that shit
Then watch he give a damn, went and off brick
I lived the shit that rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what they 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know this
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up 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 stoppin' this shit,
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, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin'
Send shots your bandana at
Drop a nigga off Alabama at
what 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 showin' off
you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga games, thinkin' show not funny
my young nigga went 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, Well, it's the same thing 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 thing I want I can't go by
put six wheels on a Range Rover
I ain't 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, with us and down
We suckas, steady duckin' clowns
We mills so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run town
But with millions and no cap and
Went from trappin' raw to look what now
Metal throne, crown
Caught line, you're gettin' beat down
Real dope boy
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when were sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you from 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, out there
'em, so what the fuck I care
'Bout the trap music, all 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 back to it,