Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
Millions of our people
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 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 eight 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 me huh?
Last ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Marvin
Yes! Tell Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the hood got common
In some relations, you just supposed to say
she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I fucked the
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I only like green

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die I'm a ball

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

Black cards, black
Black on black, black
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for

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

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, beat the
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
know I'm a dope boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I don't know how to
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
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 promise I going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, nope
the beat Noah

2 in the 911 uh, no limit on the black 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 some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
Middle finger to my old ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga have been so dead uh
I'm life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
Could have been a chemist, I cook smart
thing 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 pray to the
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
Black on black, broads
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for