Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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, cars, black on black, black broads
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's

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 eight

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon me huh?
night ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you supposed to say none
she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I only like faces

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our and pray to the lord
Til I die I'm a fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

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

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, 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
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
looking like, I don't know how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
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 promise I ain't nowhere,
here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the beat

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 in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your 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 dirty, trying 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 fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our and pray to the lord
Til I die, I'm a fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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