Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
Last night ain't go so
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Albert
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 the doorman
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I only like faces

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

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

Who stop me huh?
Beat the odds, the feds
It wouldn't be wise, to bet 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
They I'm a dope boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
looking like, I don't know how to lose
I'm winning again, I'm at the
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 thorough and I 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 no joke, I can't be stopped
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta 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 for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook
Only thing can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is something like the
Millions of our people
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, black
Black on black, broads
Whole lotta money in a bag
Black strap, you know that's for