Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something 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 stop me

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

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', bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon me huh?
Last night go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like 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 I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I only like faces

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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, black
Black on black, broads
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for

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

Who gone stop me
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 up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
They I'm a dope boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
looking like, I don't know how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
Lucky lefty, I 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 going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I no joke, I can't 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 gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my 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 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 life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

is something 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?

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