Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something 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 me huh?

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?

talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
Last ain't go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin
Yes! Tell Howard
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common
In some relations, you just supposed to say
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I fucked the
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I like green faces

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?

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

Y'all weed purple, my purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm 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
know I'm a dope boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
looking like, I don't 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 through hell, I'm 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, a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the beat

2 in the 911 uh, no limit on the black card ah
Told I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, pardon all the curses hey
gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle to my old life ugh, special 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, these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these feel me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our 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?

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