Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

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 charms

Who gon me huh?

talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You a commentator, if you get me paper
I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say
Heard she the doorman
Well that's cool I fucked the
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I only like faces

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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

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

Who stop me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the
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
They know I'm a boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
looking like, I don't 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 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, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the beat

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 lies in my hey, please pardon all the curses hey
gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing 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 have so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated from the corner, y'all can me
For a fool 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 like 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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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