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 ball
Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
Whole lotta 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, State
So watches I need eight arms
One neck but got eight

Who gon stop me

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

This is something like the
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
Whole 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 will you

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, 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 up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
don't have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's 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 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 promise I going nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, these niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
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 that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our 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 stop me

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