Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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 stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, State
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 me huh?
night ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Marvin
Yes! Tell 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 cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I it's on one basis
I only like green

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our 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 stop me

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

Y'all purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm circle
I wrote the verse, that I will hurt you

Who stop me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
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, wearing no
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
don't have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
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 through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm and I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't nowhere,
here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
nope, like nope
Extend the beat

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
Told 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 up worthless 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 have been so dead uh
I'm life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
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 smart
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 something like the
of our people lost
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, cars
Black on black, black
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for