Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
Last night go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky Marvin Albert
Yes! Howard Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the got common haters
In some relations, you supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I fucked the
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess on one basis
I only like green

This is something like the
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die I'm a fuckin'

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

Black cards, cars
Black on black, black
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for

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

Who gone me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the
It be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get
shift, six to six
one shot, one pot
I'll show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I don't know how to
I'm winning again, I'm at the
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
Lucky lefty, I a seven,
I through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm and I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I going nowhere,
here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

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

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

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

Black cards, cars
Black on black, broads
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for