Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
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 stop me

Black cards, black cars, black on black, broads
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

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

This is something the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die I'm a fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

Black cards, 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 stop me huh?
Beat the odds, the feds
It wouldn't be wise, to bet the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get
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 have 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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, nope
Extend the beat

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the card ah
Told y'all I was go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my hey, please pardon all the curses 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 nigga would have so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these niggas 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
Graduated 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 can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

is something 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, broads
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for