Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
Millions of our people
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

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, Farm
So many watches I need eight
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 up out the hotel
Got a little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she fucked the
that's cool I fucked the waitress
Heard was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
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 me huh?

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

Y'all weed purple, my money
Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah circle
I wrote the verse, that I will hurt 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 show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I 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 through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm thorough and I to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I going nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I 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 gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, please all the curses hey
Shit come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, 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, these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

is something 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

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