Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our 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, black cars, black on black, black
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

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

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

Y'all weed purple, my purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm circle
I wrote the verse, I hope will hurt 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
They I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I know how to lose
I'm winning again, I'm at the
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 going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, nope
Extend the Noah

2 in the 911 uh, no limit 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, please pardon all the 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 these niggas me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
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 that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is something the Holocaust
of our people 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, broads
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for