Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

It really was all Drama's fault, I had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the
Bahamas? Nigga, we got to do
We gotta finish killin' the fuckin'
We can start the funeral

First off I wanna my condolences
First off I send my condolences
off I wanna send my condolences
Rest in peace to the competition,

Rest in to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all what this is right?

Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da

I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not
I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama

Must be confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, what you cannot see
So picture me a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't when we roll, no Yahtzee
And I hate you niggas, no

But the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
Ike Turner take bitch slaps in the ride
My shorty me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her Is No Competition 2, nice

Is No Competition 2
It's good to up look in the mirror
And the competition's you

And even nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection a hard time bein' me
So they do me shit, it's time to dead it
I'm ya don't do even if Simon said it

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black credit
And my watch is sick but I no time for medics
ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, I call the coroner

My car is foreigner, my is from Florida
I killed the pussy last so now her man is mournin' her

Good mornin', sir, I goodnight,
Y'all on death row, I Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I book flights,
son? What it look like, nigga?

Black dress, suits, black shades, black boots
Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, flutes
Black card, black jewels, party bag
Friday, throw it in a body bag

Black Barbie, that's what I call my black
African plug, that's what I call a chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, the black keys
Gettin' slick'll get ya in ya black tees

Black limos, black town cars, black
Black register signed in black cursive
Black tears, tissues outta black purses
That's procedure I'm sendin' back verses

The wake, it's the wake right
Come before the funeral,
They call me fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm these niggas

And I'm the undertaker,
the body in the bag
All niggas is dead
You look around, all dead

This will be fun, tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice