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

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my
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 just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the hood got common
In some relations, you supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only green faces

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

Y'all weed purple, my purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm circle
I wrote the verse, that I hope 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 I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I 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,
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, 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 card ah
Told y'all I was go HAM uh, to the ocean 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, special out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these niggas 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, without a
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the start, hold up

This is something like the
of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die, I'm a ball

Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
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