Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
Millions of our people
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 me huh?

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

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 little freaky Marvin Albert
Yes! Howard Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know the hood got common haters
In relations, you just 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 only like faces

is something like the Holocaust
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

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

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

Who gone 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 up in all white, wearing no socks
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 know how to
I'm winning again, I'm at the
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
lefty, I expect 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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, like
Extend the beat

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

This is something the Holocaust
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 stop me

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