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 ball
Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

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

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

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

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, the feds
It be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get
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 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I don't 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 promise I ain't nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up 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 living life, 'til these kill me
Turn this up, if these 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,
Street smart, and I'm 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 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

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