Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
Millions of our lost
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 cars, on black, black broads
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for?

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

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

This is like the Holocaust
of our people 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, cars
Black on black, black
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for

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

Who gone me huh?
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 show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
know I'm a dope boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I don't 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 through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm and I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, like
the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, please all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you 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 nigga would have been so uh
I'm living life, 'til these kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm dirty, trying 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 fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I smart
thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and pray to the
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, black
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for