Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something the Holocaust
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 me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, Farm
So watches I need eight 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
night ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In some relations, you supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I fucked the
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I it's on one basis
I only like green

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 me huh?

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

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

Who gone me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
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 up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
They I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's like, I don't know how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, nope
Extend the beat

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my eh
No lies in my verses hey, please 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 have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these feel 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 motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
Could have a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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