Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon stop me
night ain't go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well cool I fucked the waitress
Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like green

This is something like the
of our people lost
Bow our and pray to the lord
Til I die I'm a ball

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

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

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

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, beat the
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, wearing no
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I don't know how to
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
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 thorough and I to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a when the hook start, hold up

This is something the Holocaust
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?

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