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
the king, bitch
Just

No introduction really
Get the like a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be flavor in the cemetery
Trap originator
off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Vader
Promise, I don't a shit about 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he even matter, yeah!
Like I'm in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac with all gold hammer
as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
I give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
Settin' in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break or fake dead
Or bare it, they that
50 million, yeah, died to make
Middle finger, if you vote for
See me outside where you what's up
I ain't hearing no talk
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker tried it, we off
Swear to God, I could've Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting shot
With a pistol on me and a a brick
And 'Ye by Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, your with the runnin' man
I will challenge a gun in hand
What you see you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Hustle over errythang
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of lane
Never been a of they in-crowd
Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck
Got the same friend 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, that the hoe go
See me with it, you ain't see the hoe no more
They love when I that shit
Roll by the car lot, and bought that shit
Caught case after case and I fought shit
Then watch he give a damn, went and off brick
I lived the shit that they 'bout
Care 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we what this
We cashin' out, we up
Stackin' up them
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 fucked up, don'cha?
Ain't no 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
to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send shots where bandana at
Drop a off where Alabama at
That's what nigga get for battle 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 jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, show not funny
'Til my young went and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the
Keep it binned you sell
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 on the grind, if I ain't on fire
If it's one thing that I want I 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, 'em move over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
Know the hustle now, come us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady clowns
We mills so we can put that down
talk but we run that 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
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you ain't' 'round here
Think sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get naked, left out there
Tell 'em, so the fuck 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,