Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last night go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she the doorman
Well that's I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I it's on one basis
I only like green

This is like 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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

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

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, beat the
It wouldn't be wise, to bet the kid
me broke, I bet I get rich
shift, six to six
one shot, one pot
I'll up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
know I'm a dope boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's like, I don't 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 and I stuck 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, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, nope
the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, pardon all the curses 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 your advice uh, a nigga have been so dead uh
I'm life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

This is like 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 in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for