Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
of our people 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 stop me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay 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 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 just supposed to say
she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I it's on one basis
I only like faces

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
Bow our and pray 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

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

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

Who gone me huh?
Beat the odds, 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, wearing no
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I don't 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 went through hell, I'm 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, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, like nope, 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 card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old uh
If it wasn't for your uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is something like the
of our people 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, black
Black on black, black
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you know that's for