Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No introduction really
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the
Trap originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck 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!
I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac with some all hammer
Long as I remember, I done ran
I could give a 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister used to gettin' from a check, so how can I
Settin' numbers in the hood, do I say do
'em niggas break bread or fake dead
Or bare it, they hate
50 million, yeah, to make that
finger, if you vote for Trump
See me outside where you know up
I hearing no peace talk
Ain't shit funny, no
a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've been Freddie
Or Mike Brown shot down
With a on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye by Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, challenge with the runnin' man
I challenge with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I this shit 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 been a part of they
Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck
Got the friend that I came in with
all that lame shit, ayy
Everyone I is on go
all rolled in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe go
See me with it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no
They love I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, and bought that shit
Caught after case and I fought that shit
Then watch he a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit that they rappin'
Care nuttin' 'bout what cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we what this
We out, we baggin' up
Stackin' up zeroes
Certified hero
You can try one of them niggas, better not try it with me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done fucked up,
You know you done fucked up,
Ain't no this shit, partna
And you what happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now

We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the
to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send where your bandana at
a nigga off where Alabama at
That's what nigga get for tryna rap
shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not
'Til my nigga went and done it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
Keep it binned you sell
Nigga, nobody care 'bout it
Don't nobody wanna '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 that I want I go by
Tryna put six on a Range Rover
I ain't no games, that's what you know, sir
If you you're at the top, tell 'em move over
2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin'
We chasing mills so we can put that
Bullshit but we run that town
But with millions and no cap and
Went from trappin' raw to what happen now
throne, concrete crown
Caught that line, you're gettin' beat
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their
You better watch it partner, you ain't' 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, left out
Tell 'em, so the fuck I care
the trap music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still down to do it, if you act
Get locked up and get back to it,
Trap music, all Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah