Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our and pray to the lord
Til I die I'm a ball
Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

Black cards, black cars, on black, black broads
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, State
So watches I need eight arms
One neck but got eight

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you supposed to say none
Heard she the doorman
Well cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I only green faces

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die I'm a ball

Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

cards, black cars
Black on black, black
Whole lotta money in a bag
Black strap, you know that's for

Y'all weed purple, my money
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm circle
I wrote the verse, that I hope will you

Who stop me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
It be wise, to bet against the kid
me broke, I bet I get rich
shift, six to six
one shot, one pot
I'll show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
know I'm a dope boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I know how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
lefty, I expect a seven,
I went hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm thorough and I to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, nope
the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
Told y'all I was go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, please all the curses hey
gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old uh
If it wasn't for your uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these niggas me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die, I'm a ball

Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

Black cards, black
Black on black, black
Whole lotta money in a bag
strap, you know what that's for