Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
Millions of our 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?

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon stop me
Last night go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin
Yes! Tell Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say
Heard she the doorman
Well cool I fucked the waitress
Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like faces

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 me huh?

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

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

Who stop me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
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
They I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
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,
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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
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 ocean was my eh
No in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
finger to my old life ugh, special 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 this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
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,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a when the hook start, hold up

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our 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 stop me

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