Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die I'm a fuckin'
Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
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 that's for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?

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

This is something like the
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

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

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

Who stop me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the
It wouldn't be wise, to bet the kid
me broke, I bet I get rich
shift, six to six
one shot, one pot
I'll show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
They I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I don't how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, like
the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
Told y'all I was go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my 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 advice uh, a nigga would have so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
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,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, up

This is something like the
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and 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

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