Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

It was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm to go to the Bahamas
Nigga, we got work to do
We gotta killin' 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 to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all know 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 on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not
I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these niggas, not Drama

Must be confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, really you cannot see
So picture me 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 bitch slaps in the ride
My shorty tellin' me, kill the boo
And I be her There Is No Competition 2, nice

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

And even that nigga ain't me
My reflection a hard time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, time to dead 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 watch is sick but I have no time for
ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra
First I call the up, then I call the coroner

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

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

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

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

Black limos, black cars, black hearses
Black register books signed in black
Black tears, white outta black purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' verses

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

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

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