Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

Rest in peace to the
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 these fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to fuck dot com
And I am everything fuck niggas, not Drama

Must be some confusion, you are not me
I am an illusion, really what you see
So me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We play when we roll, no Yahtzee
And I you niggas, no Nazi

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

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

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

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's
And my watch is sick but I have no time for
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is order bra
First I the jeweler up, then I call the coroner

My car is foreigner, my bitch is from
I killed the pussy last night so now her man is her

mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas
Y'all on row, I Suge Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I flights, nigga
Wassup What it look like, nigga?

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

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

Black limos, black cars, black hearses
Black register books in black cursive
Black tears, white tissues black purses
That's when I'm sendin' back verses

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

And I'm the undertaker,
With the in the bag
All niggas is dead
You around, they're all dead

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