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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
Last night go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In some relations, you supposed to say none
she fucked the doorman
Well cool I fucked the waitress
Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like green

This is something the Holocaust
of our people lost
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 stop me

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

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

Who stop me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
It be wise, to bet against 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
They I'm a dope boy
don't have no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know 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,
Lucky lefty, I 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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
nope, like nope
Extend the beat

2 in the 911 uh, no limit on the black card ah
Told y'all I was go HAM uh, to the ocean 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 finger to my old life ugh, special 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 niggas me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook
thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

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 me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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