Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
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 stop me

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?

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

This is like the Holocaust
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 stop me

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

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

Who gone stop me
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, wearing no
No ceiling, new
know I'm a dope boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I don't 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 went through hell, I'm 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, a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my eh
No in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so uh
I'm life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
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 smart
Only thing 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 fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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