Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

It was all Drama's 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 killin' the competition
We can the funeral service

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

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

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

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

Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up look in the
And the only you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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