Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

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

This is like the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die I'm a fuckin'

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

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

Y'all weed purple, my money
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah
I wrote the verse, I hope will hurt 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
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
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,
lefty, I expect a seven,
I through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm and I stuck 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 allergic to bunny ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
Middle 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, 'til these kill me
this up, if these niggas feel me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

This is like the Holocaust
of our people 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 me huh?

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