Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die I'm a fuckin'
Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
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
I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I like green faces

is something like 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 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

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
Beat the odds, beat the
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 know I'm a boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I don't know how to
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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I 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 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, please all the curses hey
Shit gotta some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless 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 life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas 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 fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the start, hold up

This is something 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 stop me

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