Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No introduction really
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, be kicking flavor in the cemetery
Trap music
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my
They Skywalker, I'm Darth
Promise, I give a shit about 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't matter, yeah!
Like I'm in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I done ran
I could give a damn 'bout a dog hoe
Sister used to gettin' thangs a check, so how can I
numbers in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break or fake dead
Or bare it, hate that
50 million, yeah, died to that
Middle finger, if you for Trump
See me outside you know what's up
I hearing no peace talk
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker tried it, we off
to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting down
With a pistol on me and a half a
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra
Listen, boy, your with the runnin' man
I will challenge a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand over errythang
Molly, Becky and the
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 with me? I say, 'Fuck
Got the friend that I came in with
Duckin' all that shit, ayy
I know 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 gon' see the hoe no more
They when I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought that
Caught case after and I fought that shit
Then watch he a damn, went and off that brick
I the shit that they rappin' 'bout
Care 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know this
We out, we baggin' up
Stackin' up zeroes
neighborhood 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 turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the
Turned to the back, tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send shots where bandana at
a nigga off where Alabama at
That's what 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, you showin' off stunts
'Til you up jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not
'Til my young 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 wanna '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 one thing that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Range
I ain't no games, that's what you know, sir
If you you're at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
the hustle now, come with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady clowns
We chasing mills so we can put down
talk but we run that town
But with millions and no cap and
Went from trappin' raw to what happen now
Metal throne, crown
Caught that line, gettin' beat down
Real dope boy
boy academy
Here dope fiends remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you from 'round here
Think it's sweet, you got the wrong
Get stripped naked, out there
'em, so what the fuck I care
'Bout the trap music, all Uzi
packin', I'm not stupid
Still down to do it, if you act
Get up and get back to it, yeah
music, all black Uzi
Get locked up and get to it, yeah