Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
of our people 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 stop me

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Albert
Yes! Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say
Heard she fucked the
Well cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I like green faces

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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

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

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

Who stop me huh?
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 show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
know I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I don't know how to
I'm winning again, I'm at the
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 karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, like
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my hey, please pardon 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 would have been so uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, up

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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, broads
Whole lotta money in a bag
Black strap, you know what for