Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

in peace to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all know what 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 fuck dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama

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

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

There Is No 2
It's good to wake up in the mirror
And the only you

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

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these diamond's credit
And my is sick but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is order bra
I call 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 book flights,
Wassup What it look like, nigga?

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

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

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

The wake, the wake right here
Come the funeral, nigga
They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Funeral
I'm killing niggas

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

This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates,