Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
of our people lost
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, black broads
Whole 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 eight arms
One neck but got eight

Who gon stop me

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

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and 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, black
Whole lotta money in a bag
strap, you know what that's for

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

Who gone me huh?
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
They know I'm a boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I 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 promise I ain't nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, like
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 in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special 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
this up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated from the corner, y'all can me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
have 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 like the Holocaust
Millions of our 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 stop me

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