Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like 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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I from the hood got common haters
In relations, you just supposed to say none
Heard she the doorman
Well that's I fucked the waitress
Heard was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like green

This is like 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

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

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

Who stop me huh?
the odds, beat 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 have no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
looking like, I don't know how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
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 thorough and I 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 allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, nope
the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black 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 up worthless uh
finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated from the corner, 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 that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, up

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