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 what that's for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me

talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon stop me
Last night ain't go so
Got up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Albert
Yes! Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess on one basis
I only like faces

This is something like the
of our people lost
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 lotta money in a bag
Black strap, you know that's for

Y'all weed purple, my money
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 have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
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 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 ain't nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the card 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 come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if 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 motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

is something 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 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 know what for