Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something the Holocaust
of our people 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 stop me

cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
Whole lotta 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, Farm
So many watches I eight arms
One neck but got eight

Who gon stop me

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

This is something like the
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die I'm a fuckin'

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

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

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

Who stop me huh?
Beat the odds, the feds
It be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get
shift, six to six
one shot, one pot
I'll show up in all white, wearing no
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I 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 through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm thorough and I to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black 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 finger to my old life ugh, shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
have 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

This is something 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 me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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