Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die I'm a ball
Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin
Yes! Tell Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say
Heard she fucked the
Well cool I fucked the waitress
Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like faces

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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 lotta money in a bag
strap, you know what that's for

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

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, the feds
It wouldn't be wise, to bet 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 don't have no
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
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,
lefty, I expect a seven,
I went 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,
here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, nope
the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would have so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, a diploma
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and 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
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for