Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
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 cars, black on black, broads
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

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

This is something 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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

weed purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm circle
I wrote the verse, that I hope will 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 up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
They I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's 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 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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, nope
the beat Noah

2 in the 911 uh, no limit on the black 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 come way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

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